Hello, I'm Destiny. I'm currently fifteen and a half years old. I have paper pale skin and eyes to match. People constantly think that I'm blind, I'm not.
This is my story of pain, betrayal and family. When I was five my house was burned to the ground and my mother was killed. I never had a father. I was accused of being a witch by the town's folk, so I fled to the forest. Superstition prevents the townsfolk from going into the forest, even now. I stayed there until I was ten. I only occasionally went into the town to speak to the lord. I was known locally as the Wolf Witch.
But the real story began when I was ten and a half.
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It was approaching midnight as I walked through the nameless town I once lived in. My footsteps echoed on the cold, grey cobble stones. The town was empty, as it always was at this time of night. I drew my hood up to cover my head, and pulled the drawstrings tightly. Suddenly, screaming pierced the cool night air, along with the familiar crackling of fire.
I quickened my pace to a run as I neared the forest that served as my home. The leaves would catch fire quickly, and the whole town would be surrounded by destructive flames. As I reached the edge of the town, I could see the forest line. Ten pairs of golden eyes greeted me. A pack of wolves; my family. If the forest burned, so would they and many other animals.
I was called the Wolf Witch because I had magic in me. I could churn the very earth to do my bidding. Raising my palms, I pushed the magic there. The earth around the village rose up, creating a wall, but I was too late. Many of the trees were already alight, fire twisted through the trees without mercy. I dashed through the forest without a second glance. Fire raging behind me, I feared that if I looked back, the flames would be licking at my heels.
I ran for what seemed to be an eternity. Dashing madly through the trees, I ran until I collapsed in a crumpled heap on the ground.
When I awoke I blinked groggily. My muscles ached from fleeing the flames. As my vision returned, I was astounded. The trees were different. Back in my forest, the tree's bark was gnarled and twisted, but the tree's here had smooth bark. The leaves were lighter in colour to the foliage in my forest. Sun was shining through the gaps in the trees.
As I sat up, I realised that a thick layer of frost had covered my frail body as I slept. Once I was standing, I stretched out the knots in my muscles that had formed from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position for so long. I walked slowly, taking in my new surroundings gradually. I pulled my cloak tighter around myself. I wasn't used to the sun.
I walked in a random direction, but not the one that I had come from originally. I would never return to that place. I walked onwards for God knows how long before I heard the sounds of fighting. Curious, I walked forwards slowly, keeping to the shadows. As I edged closer I could see a bright blob of orange. As I arrived at the edge of the clearing, I peered into it from behind a tree.
"Hey, Sakura Chan!" a loud voice yelled.
I stumbled back, clutching my ears, in surprise at the sheer loudness of the voice. I had been surrounded by silence most of my life, I wasn't used to loud noise.
In my confusion I stumbled into the clearing. Suddenly, something cold and sharp was pressed against my neck.
"Who are you?"
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A/N: Hello dear readers, I'm Lenore. Obviously I'm the writer of this story, but Sarre is my editor. I hope you've enjoyed it so far, both reviews and criticism are welcome.