Blindness
By Deunan and Hawkings.
The Prologue; The Dream.
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The forest sung many different songs, yet somehow all were in tune, birds, wolves, bears, rodents, trees, wind, all in perfect harmony with the rain that pounded down.
Her eyes were closed and her knees were brought up to her chest, she is five now, a young girl without a home.
Abandoned because her family was murdered, the last of her race she now is, extinct people believe her to be and it may become true on this dark and horrific night.
Her mother, father and brother were all that was left of her race of mystical beings.
A race where their skin, hair, eyes and all stand out even more then regular, an without a doubt her race was beautiful.
However, at the cost of beauty comes weakness, her race is born taller, slimmer and extremely beautiful, but her strength, agility and physical activities besides artistry, they tire easily and are defeated in battle much easier.
Xochiquetzal sat quietly on the grass, blood soaked her clothing and her skin, which slowly would develop into a fear, but not now, she doesn't know exactly what happened back at her home. She does know that something bad happened instead of anything pleasing or happy.
The men who did this to her family were turning to her room, thankfully her parents had planned this and had told her a secret escape out of her house, he brother took her down it until he, at sixteen, knew that he had to fight to protect his sister.
They had spotted him but not her, so he told her to run, and run she did.
By chance she ended up in the woods that her parents told her never to go into, how ironic it seems now.
Her brother said that they would be coming for her after they came for him so that she should not stop running, but she was tired, confused and she wanted too.
"By the most High!" A man said as he went down as fast as he could on the muddy hill.
"I found her!" He called out ans three other men appeared.
"Good, she'll be worth a good amount to the Highest." Another said with an obviously scarred voice.
"Come child." He picked her up and carried her away.
As they reached her home she worried, she tried to scratch her way out.
"Oh shh. You'll be okay, we got ya'." He said, his voice was softer then the others and somehow much more calming, so she relaxed but held fast to his shirt.
He put her on the horse and carefully got on behind her, as soon as the others got on their own horses they rode off into the rain.