Category: Story Lines
Isla woke to the sound of her village being torn apart and the cries were horrifying. Quickly her mother grabbed her and hid her in the secret compartment under the floor and motioned for her to be quiet. Her father had grabbed his sword and stood guard, knowing it was only a matter of time before their home was intruded. As her mother closed the opening she whispered that she loved her and then she crawled in the corner and sat there waiting and listening. It only took a few minutes after that when the door was kicked open and the voices of men were heard. "Where is she? Where is the witch?" They were searching for the child who brought a bird to life earlier in the day at the market and though she thought no one saw her, someone did.
"You're mistaken. There's no child here. Look for yourself." Her father stated but the men had already been told where she lived and who her parents were and began to tear the place apart. One of the men grabbed her mother by the hair and held a dagger to her throat while the others held her father. His sword had been taken away from him and was used to take his life and as his blood dripped onto the floor, and began to drip through the cracks, Isla looked up and tried not to cry. "If you come out we'll spare your mother." A voice said and without hesitation, she emerged from her hiding place. Isla was a young girl who didn't know any better. Her powers had been with her since the day she was born and no one, not even her parents could explain where or how she got them. She had the power to heal and she also had the power to take life away. It was said she was a demon, others said she was the daughter of a god but whatever the case she was wanted by the ruler of the lands where she could be used for his evil deeds and purposes.
"There's nothing special about me! I swear!" Isla cried out to the men who were dragging her mother closer to her and as they reached for one another, one of the men slit her mother's throat. Isla cried out and once her hand touched her mother's, the life returned to her body only for the guard to take it away again. She was then held by two of the men and dragged out of her home where she would be taken to the ruler. Once they were outside her hands were shackled and so were her feet. They couldn't take any chances with her touching any of them but while they were in the process of getting her to the wagon, she took out several of the men with just a single touch. There was no control over the power she possessed. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't but when it did all hell seemed to break loose.
There were other young girls in the wagon being taken away from their families and once they were all loaded up, the village was burned. Everyone left there were either killed by the guards or by the fire and when it was over, there was nothing left but ash. Isla began to cry, as well as the others in the wagon and then they were on their way. The journey to their destination was a long one and as she tried to stay awake and figure out where they were going, she fell asleep. When she woke she found herself in a dungeon, shackled to a wall which only made tears stream down her face again. She didn't know what her fate would be but she did know she had to stop with the tears and be strong and figure out how to get out of there.
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