“ugh” I groan as I slowly get up to the sound of my blaring alarm clock. “what in the Mother Goddess’s name?”
The light from outside slowly pours into my room, making it impossible to keep my eyes closed. I open them into little slits. The walls of my bedroom are pink because I never got the chance to repaint them. I have a corner filled with plushies, and another corner with a bookshelf. Next to the book shelf is my desk, then my bed. Directly across the room is my closest and access to the bathroom (completely different things, don’t worry). I’ve lived in this room for fifteen years of my life and would take any chance to get out of it. Since I was three, I could hear high pitch squealing noises and people calling my name. Since I was ten I felt this… presence in my room. At times I feel like someone is watching me. That’s why I want to get out of this town. Always have. Always will. This is my house, but not my home.
“HAH!” I yell into the darkness. “That’s right, run away coward!” I brush off my uniform and smile. That’s another job done. I walk back to town with the egg of the dragon and hand it over to a hooded figure, who in turn, gifted me a few coins. Three more missions. Three more missions and I could get out of this retched place called home. I could be free and run wild with Evelia.
As I walk back home with my payment, I notice a girl staring out the window of a small cottage at me. I lift my hand in a slight wave and she turns away in disgust. Huh. Normally I was appreciated for my job as a monster hunter. But this girl… she despised me. Every time I returned for the payment, she would sit in the windowsill, staring out at me, hatred burning in her eyes. I shrugged and walked away, the coins weighing down in my fist, seemingly heavier then before.
I watched as the boy walked away with his satchel of gold. Why would he do that? Torture, hurt, and kill magnificent creatures like that for money? I would rather starve than do something so… so… evil! I took the steps two at a time as I ran down the stairs. “Bye Papi! I’m going out to the market!” I called to my father, who was sitting, crippled by the fireplace as he knitted.
“Bye my little spark! Be careful out there!” he looked up, love shining in his eyes.
“I will! I’m just going to get a pendant for Grammy!” I said, then closed the door behind me. True, I was going to buy Grammy a pendant for her birthday, but I was also going to find that hunter boy. I had a few, no, a lot of words to say to him.
Hello my little Pigeonlettes! This is a magick story, as I am getting into Wiccan stories and they are quite interesting. I could spend hours just reading about one small thing. I suggest you educate yourself, as one of my characters is Wiccan. *waggles eyebrows* comment any ideas, as I have no idea where this will head.