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'Keep running' was the only thought running through my head. I could hear the screams and shouts getting closer.
They were after me, the villagers. They called me a witch for using my mage powers and started chasing me with sticks and rocks which they kept throwing at my back.
"I see her!" I heard one of the men yell. 'John, why?'
John is the baker, he is in his late thirty's and has two beautiful daughters, Lily and Hannah. He is always kind to everyone and now he is trying to kill me. I could stop the tears at this point, it was just to painful but that didn't break my heart as much as what was said next,
"that witch deserves to burn in hell!" Maggie, the one who I treated like a mother screamed throwing a large stone at my back. The pain tore through me like a knife.
I wanted to fall to the ground and cry but I knew it was a stupid idea I would be caught and burned on a stake.
Mages were believed to be witches in disguise and were killed if caught.
Running at top speed is really hard when you have been running for ages so it wasn't surprising i was slowing down rapidly.
It is at moments like this i wish i knew my parents so they could help me through this.
My parents had disappeared when i was five for reasons unknown. I haven't seen them since and can't really remember what they look like. All I remember is my mum used to read me one story every night before bed and my dad would all tease mum and call her a book worm.
I suddenly skidded to a stop, there was a huge mountain of rock blocking the way. I turned to the left to see it lead out of the forest 'that means right will lead further into the forest! I might be able to lose them in the thicker parts!'
Turning around as quick as I could I noticed my assumption was correct the forest seemed to get more dense further in. Not taking any chances I sprinted through the forest, weaving in and out off trees as I went.
"Stop! She is going to the dragons den, she is as good as dead now" one of the villagers screamed but I kept running knowing that i was still in there sight and that meant almost certain death.
The forest became less dense and the path cleared up the further I travelled. By now I had stopped running and had started limping because my right leg was covered in gashes.
My stomach growled in hunger, I hadn't eaten all day. 'things can't get any worse' i thought. Then as if the gods didn't want me to die already it started raining. Great, just great. Using the last of my strength i started collecting branches to build a small roof, 'wait! What am I doing!? I have dragon slayer powers!'
I was grinning like an idiot while building the small fort for me to sleep in. Using my dragon slayer powers, I am a shadow and iron dragon slayer, I created my tiny fort using a mixture of wood, leaves and iron.
'This will do for tonight' I smirked it had turned out pretty good, the roof was made of a leaf mesh while the walls were made of wood chunks I had found and managed to move.
Climbing inside the fort was easy for me but would be hard for others as I was quite small and could fit into tiny spaces. Pulling a small teddy out my pocket, I smiled.
"good night mum, dad" I may not know my parents but that doesn't mean I don't still love them. Everyone says they abandoned me but I believe they left for another reason. Sadly I have no clue what that reason is. With a last look at the dark sky I fell asleep not knowing what would happen next...