A Seed

Sadistic Riya's Disclaimer: I own myself, my scythe, my locket, my opinion, my stories and my right to kill. That's it.

A seed. It has been defined Among many other things As a 'starting point.'

But where do I start? I live in a world where If the whole truth were Known about me I'd be Dead. My kind are hated For something that we Can't control and never Chose.

We have powers yes, but We are not witches. We Haven't exposed our powers And many of us don't even Know that we have it yet. But we are still hunted by The Hunters, people hated By both Seeds and Witches Alike.

So I have to keep my powers A secret. I have to tell no one My secret as if I'm ashamed. I have the power of re energizing Things and controlling water. Two Totally unrelated powers. Two Powers that could have me sent To the Factory.

I have no intention to ever go there. So instead of growing to become A beautiful plant. I remain a seed. Stagnant but Free. I don't want to Become a witch, hated by all. I'd Rather die than join a hypocritical Group of Hunters who in most cases, Are annihilating their own kind. And I definitely don't want to go to that Factory. I know that I would Never come back.

So I remain a Seed. I stay at My starting point. Another Definition for seed is 'germ.' Maybe that's why we are Hunted, we are the germs and Witches are the disease that they Fear we will become.

I am a seed. Stuck at my Starting Point. I am the beginning, I am A germ.

And there is a synonym of seed I'd like to state. It's stone. I have To be as resolute as an unmovable Stone, to hide my powers and keep Them under control.

I am A Seed.

The End