More back story~
"Shrapnel"
When Sìnead returned home, her parents asked how her meeting with Wooblex went.
"I killed him," she said bluntly, "he wouldn't leave me be, so he died." She walked past her stunned parents and retreated to her loft.
Later that night, her parents began discussing their options.
"Her powers are getting out of hand," her father insisted, "she's been so good...but it appears she's just been a bomb waiting to blow. We need help."
"She didn't' even show as much remorse today," her mother worried, "it's like she didn't care."
"We have to send her away - somewhere where she can't hurt anyone."
"Maybe if we found another magician, he or she could help Sìnead control her power!"
"Or take it away," her father added, causing her mother to nod earnestly.
"There's a peddler of tricks who passes through the Tulgey woods every few weeks or so… he mas pass through as soon as tomorrow...we can pay him to take Sìnead somewhere," Sorehr said with an air of finality.
"Yes...it's a great idea."
The couple agreed and retired for bed.
Sìnead sat upright, removing her ear from the crack she'd been eavesdropping through.
The girl heard every word.
And every word had cut her like a shard.
This is the last short drabble, I promise.