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It wasn't supposed to be like this, I thought, and threw another log in to the fire.
"Char is mine!" I screamed to the wind, hearing the echo of my voice carry through the forest.
I kicked a rock and watched it slam against a tree. I threw another. It missed the tree and landed in the bushes behind it.
I turned around and kicked as much dust in to the fire as I could. It smothered the flame, but didn't put it out. The fire Lucinda had given to me. She had reversed the order, I was free, but she couldn't take away the curse.
"It's not my magic lady. I wouldn't do it anyways, its big magic."
"But only this once. I won't tell Mandy. I really need to." I pleaded with Lucinda, begged, got down on my knees. But she didn't budge.
I threw a stick. I watched it explode in the flames, giving sparks.
The flames were dying.
I need more wood, I thought.
I pulled the dagger from inside my skirts. Should I cut wood with it? I thought, glancing it over. I pulled it out of its cover. The writing was still as clear as ever. The careful curves of writing on both sides of the blade were not in any language I had ever seen before. Each letter seemed to blend in to the next.
The handle was something else. I couldn't get a close enough look at it before. There was writing on the handle too. It was more lines and curves, not as pretty as the writing on the handle.
And the stones. A beautiful green one. And two red ones. All three glistened in the moonlight.
There were indents in the handle for better grip. I regripped the handle. My hand fit perfectly in to the curves.
The blade sparkled in my hand.
It gave me the urge to do something. I couldn't decide what that something was, but It was something I needed to do.
I swished the blade in the air. It cut through the air with no effort. I walked towards the closest tree.
I swished the blade across the tree. It cut through the tree with no effort. The tree crashed in to the bush where I had thrown the rock.
I stared at the dagger for a minute. It didn't look that sharp. The blade looked dulled, but shinny.
I heard a scream off in the distance. I ignored it and contiued to look in at the blade.
There was another scream.
Louder. It was getting closer.
I could be someone in trouble.
Ariana or Jon! I almost dropped the dagger, I hadn't even thought about them in the past day. They could be in trouble.
Another scream. Even closer.
I pushed the blade back in to its case and shoved it back in to my skirts.
There was nothing in the campfire worth taking, so I left it behind.
I ran in the direction of the screams.
The branches whipped my face. Their leaves left cuts my cheeks and arms. I didn't notice.
I could hear the pounding of my footsteps across the leafy ground. The crunch of leaves, the snap of the twigs, all blended in with the stomp of my feet and the occasional scream.
I ran around the trees, my heart beating fast. I felt like I was gonna pass out, all at the same time I had enough energy to keep on going.
My heart beat in sync with my feet. For every footstep I took, my heart gave a beat.
I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I would pass out.
My mind was racing, I was going to fast to think of anything or anyone, I just kept repeating in my head, Run, Run, Run.
The forest thinned out. There were no more tree branches cutting in to my skin, no more whips in my face. I didn't slow down.
I reached a river. It was long and deep. I would need time to go across.
I finally stopped.
It was hard to catch my breath, hard to breathe at all.
Tired, I slumped to the ground.
I heard another scream.
"I can't stop now." I said outloud to my self.
A twig snapped behind me.
I whipped around me, placing my hand on my dagger.
I glanced at the thing that snapped the twig.
My eyes grew wide.
And I froze.
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It wasn't supposed to be like this, I thought, and threw another log in to the fire.
"Char is mine!" I screamed to the wind, hearing the echo of my voice carry through the forest.
I kicked a rock and watched it slam against a tree. I threw another. It missed the tree and landed in the bushes behind it.
I turned around and kicked as much dust in to the fire as I could. It smothered the flame, but didn't put it out. The fire Lucinda had given to me. She had reversed the order, I was free, but she couldn't take away the curse.
"It's not my magic lady. I wouldn't do it anyways, its big magic."
"But only this once. I won't tell Mandy. I really need to." I pleaded with Lucinda, begged, got down on my knees. But she didn't budge.
I threw a stick. I watched it explode in the flames, giving sparks.
The flames were dying.
I need more wood, I thought.
I pulled the dagger from inside my skirts. Should I cut wood with it? I thought, glancing it over. I pulled it out of its cover. The writing was still as clear as ever. The careful curves of writing on both sides of the blade were not in any language I had ever seen before. Each letter seemed to blend in to the next.
The handle was something else. I couldn't get a close enough look at it before. There was writing on the handle too. It was more lines and curves, not as pretty as the writing on the handle.
And the stones. A beautiful green one. And two red ones. All three glistened in the moonlight.
There were indents in the handle for better grip. I regripped the handle. My hand fit perfectly in to the curves.
The blade sparkled in my hand.
It gave me the urge to do something. I couldn't decide what that something was, but It was something I needed to do.
I swished the blade in the air. It cut through the air with no effort. I walked towards the closest tree.
I swished the blade across the tree. It cut through the tree with no effort. The tree crashed in to the bush where I had thrown the rock.
I stared at the dagger for a minute. It didn't look that sharp. The blade looked dulled, but shinny.
I heard a scream off in the distance. I ignored it and contiued to look in at the blade.
There was another scream.
Louder. It was getting closer.
I could be someone in trouble.
Ariana or Jon! I almost dropped the dagger, I hadn't even thought about them in the past day. They could be in trouble.
Another scream. Even closer.
I pushed the blade back in to its case and shoved it back in to my skirts.
There was nothing in the campfire worth taking, so I left it behind.
I ran in the direction of the screams.
The branches whipped my face. Their leaves left cuts my cheeks and arms. I didn't notice.
I could hear the pounding of my footsteps across the leafy ground. The crunch of leaves, the snap of the twigs, all blended in with the stomp of my feet and the occasional scream.
I ran around the trees, my heart beating fast. I felt like I was gonna pass out, all at the same time I had enough energy to keep on going.
My heart beat in sync with my feet. For every footstep I took, my heart gave a beat.
I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I would pass out.
My mind was racing, I was going to fast to think of anything or anyone, I just kept repeating in my head, Run, Run, Run.
The forest thinned out. There were no more tree branches cutting in to my skin, no more whips in my face. I didn't slow down.
I reached a river. It was long and deep. I would need time to go across.
I finally stopped.
It was hard to catch my breath, hard to breathe at all.
Tired, I slumped to the ground.
I heard another scream.
"I can't stop now." I said outloud to my self.
A twig snapped behind me.
I whipped around me, placing my hand on my dagger.
I glanced at the thing that snapped the twig.
My eyes grew wide.
And I froze.
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