Away...
"GET OUT! I have no daughter!" bellowed the elderly man. His face red was with fury, from the amount of ale he drunk that day.
Magmun looked up at his father's drunken state, full of sorrow. As a tear slipped out of her weary eyes, she whispered softly, "What has become of you? Was mother the only one to keep you from becoming a monster all these years?"
Lord Garth flinched at the word "mother", and was about to strike his daughter again but she was no longer there. He was alone, in his castle, his prison, and grieving about what had happened these past years. Have I really become a monster? He shook his head trying to clear it, as thoughts took over his mind. It was no use, and he drifted into an endless sleep.
Since his beloved Guadalupe died; he has never been the same. He remembered how frail she looked when she was ill. Ever since then, the servants all ran away, because of his temper; leaving Magnum to do everything. Never the less, she did them perfectly. There were magic involved, but Lord Garth of Cornwell didn't care about anything. Unless his Guadalupe is there, nothing would be perfect. He used his daughter as a scapegoat and punished her. Beating her bloody until he felt comfortable; working her into nothing until he felt content.
Magnum ran on from her mad father as more tears emerged on her face, running down her cheeks. Her scabbed hands, from the countless beatings her father has given, hurt in contact with her salty tears. She never stopped until the gates; they hung open as if wanting her to leave this dreadful place. All she had was a crystal ball in the folds of her robes and a necklace around her neck.
Nightstar, her horse, waited there for her at the edge of the forest where she left it last. Magnum mounted and galloped at full speed until the castle was out of sight to rest in the entrance of a cave. A wave of guilt washed over her as she remembered her mother's dying words: "be kind to others, and never give up". She has left her father; given up trying to heal the wound in his heart.
She reached to her throat to pull her necklace out. It was her mother's, the sign of a powerful sorcerer. If only I'm as powerful as she is... She took out the only other thing with her, the crystal. Somehow, gazing in it made her feel calmer. Swirls of colours appeared in it, intertwining themselves into pictures. They washed away all traces of sadness, leaving her a happy child again.
