sorry this is in a POV, I don't normally write like this but wasn't sure how to start it off, so...
Salazar's POV
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I gasped for breath; looking behind me I saw the group of boys hot on my heels, laughing and pushing to front of the gang. I sped up, pushing my way through the ever-growing crowd. Knocking over a table, I blurted out an apology to the affronted family. Why couldn't I just get away, just be free from the village where my mother depends on me to feed on the family, where i have no chance o escaping this hell...
I closed my eyes, felt a rush of cool air, and gasped. Where was I? I felt a strange warmth flood through my body. I felt as if I could do anything, go anywhere, I felt almost... special.
I let out a laugh, something I had only done a few times before, when father was still around. I doubled over, my body dhaking with my hysterical laughter.
Lying down on the dust ridden ground, gasping for air, I realised how thirsty I was. The strange warmth flooded my body, and I noticed a strange noise, trickling through the air like the wings of an angel. A river! To my right lay a small river that I had not noticed before, flowing through the rock, winding its way for miles and miles, with fresh, clean water that enticed me with it's magical flow. I stumbled over and took great handfuls of water, drinking them and splashing them over my face, cooling myself down in the warm autumn day.
Refreshed, cool and ready to face whatever lay before me, I looked around, taking in my surroundings. I appeared to be on some kind of path, that branched off, the left fork leading to a small village with a grand manor on the outskirts, the right led of the what seemed to be a forest, although it looked like there might be some kind of building within the trees. I shivered, something about the trees filled me with dread and awe, a strage mix of emotions that I did not apreciate, so I too the left path, sstumbling at the steep inclene.
The path was strewn with small rocks and pebbles, that I could feel through my worn sandals. I stopped every now again, washing my feet with the stream that seemed to follow the path into the river.
I reached the village by dusk, stumbling into what appeared to be a square, although night was falling quickly now so i couldn't be sure. I shivered, it had grown cold and I knew if I didn't sleep indoors tonight, I would freeze to death in my shorts and ripped shirt. I sighed, and again the strange feeling, instead of flowing through my body, went directly to my hands. I jumped, as a flame erupted from my hands, I gasped and hid my hands behind my back, hiding them from view from any watching eyes. Although they were hot, it didn't burn and I smiled, glad of a distraction from my life. I frowned soon after thoug. What was happening to me? First I transport myself to this place, and then I create fire? What if I'm a - I couldn't be, it's impossible! I soon spotted an alcove in a small stone building and settled down for the night. My thoughts soon turned to my family, how would they be without me? I suppose it does't matter any more, there gone now. I smirked, and my mind slowly drifted off...
I woke up, early that morning, to whispers and voices that sounded scared. I sat bolt upright, hitting my head on the stone alcove. I rubbed it, and looked around, to see dozens of faces looking at me, some scared, or awestruck, and some just looking furious. I wondered why, and then caught a glimpse of orange out of the corner of my eye. My hand was still on fire. I groaned, I knew what happened to people like this, people like me. I had seen it happen twice before, and each time I had felt a sense of exhileration, of excitement. But not know, not when I was faced with the prospect of- of- of being burnt. I couldn't deny it any longer, now that I was rested, wasn't thisty or hungry and I couldn't blame it on being a hallucination.
I was a wizard.
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