Dead. Not just dead. Totally destroyed. There is noting left, not a petal, not a seed, no nothing, I took it's life in my hands and totally crushed it. I look at the empty pot in my hands, which are covered with dirt. I look around. I'm alone. It took me a whole 1 second to shake the dirt my hand, grasp a new seed from the bag of the shelve and shove it in the earth.
Just in time. There was my sire again. It's called a sire until the moment comes by then he decides that he is accepting you as his child. I looked heartbroken at the pot and then at the man. "It didn't work, sir", I muttered. He stared at me with blatant rage. Like it was my fault or something. Who did he think he was anyway. I started to get angry and felt me rage boil. The seed hidden in de soil reacted to my rage and I felt the thing staring to die. So, I hide my feelings, like I did for 35 years now, and made myself small and insignificant. "Sorry", was all that left my lips, and I was shipped off sooner than I could blink my eyes.
And so here I'm. On a train. Going back to Stormwind City. Back home to a family who doesn't want me there. The half breed with no magic. My only chance at a life was my hopefully slumbering Elven mag, but I crushed that hope like I crushed everything. With no friends, no real caring family and no prospect I was drifting. But I chose to drift…
My 'thing', whatever it was, was too dangerous when it got out of control. I remembered the yard of my mother I burned to the ground when I was just a young girl. They were teasing me at school, at home, everywhere and I just let it go. The anger. The hunger. The power. I felt the lush green garden full of life and instead of nourishing it, I wanted to take all the life. I wanted to make them feel, how I felt. Small, insignificant, and alive because others let it live. After my mother found me (with a fire orb I just stole from the study) she exploded. That moment there was the moment my family started to hate me and see me as something less. Their little girl, with so much promise, was a failure.
And now my sire saw me as a failure too. No need anymore to hide from all of them and this 'death thing' I had. I had to leave home now so no one with magic would look at me constantly. The only thing I had to do was to find work somehow, somewhere…
