Pov Elsa Frostine
I rember that day as if it were yesterday, the day when my magical aptitude would be asured. As a family of wizards, magic was everything.
My sister was already admired for her skill in manipulating magic, and I admired her greatly too. It was incredible how she could form perfect snowflakes. I wanted to do the sa; I wanted to be a great mage like my older sister, but things didn't turn out that way.
It turns out I had no talent for magic. Furthermore, it was discovered that I had no magical lineage, lacking what defined the family and made us one of the most powerful. Our lineage traced back to a creature from the past that ford a blood pact with the first head of the house. This lineage was possessed by each generation born from the main branch, nad "Winterfrost Bird," a creature capable of manipulating ice entirely. No creature in the handling of ice magic could compare to it.
When I found out, my world crumbled. All my fantasies vanished with those words. I rember crying in my mother's arms. My father could only watch helplessly; he couldn't do anything. My older sister was by my side, trying to cheer up.
They didn't change how they treated . They continued to give their unconditional love. But sothing did change: my friends laughed at , called a bastard, or said that my mother deceived my father with another man. I always ca crying to my father's office to tell him what they said. My father always reassured , saying that I was his daughter. My mother did the sa. There was a way to verify if they were your real parents, and they did it on , confirming that I was indeed their daughter.
But the looks I received always made sad. I was just a 7-year-old girl; I could hear their whispers about how unfortunate I was as a disabled child. It hurt my heart. My parents were sotis too busy to pay attention to , but my older sister was always there to defend from the bullies who took advantage of . Although my relationship with my sister was good, it began to strengthen. I always spent ti with her; I never left her side. I watched her train with magic; she always received attention and good comnts. She was the rising star of the house, and I admired her a lot. I asked her to teach magic, and she accepted with a smile.
There ca a ti when I started to envy my sister. Seeing everyone congratulating her and receiving all the attention filled my little heart with bitterness. I started to distance myself from her. Our house had a large library, and whenever I felt sad or depressed, I went there and found solace in books. I felt at peace.
On the other hand, my sister, seeing distancing myself, began to worry about . She always ca to ask if I was okay. Seeing her eyes expressing her true feelings made feel bad about myself. But why does fate have to be so unfair?
WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! I also want to be her. I also had dreams and hopes in my heart.
In my desperation, one day I found a book with descriptions of flowers in the forest of the end. Out of curiosity, I started reading, and on one page was "Flower of the 7 Stars." Reading its description, I felt my soul returning to my body; my eyes filled with an indescribable desire. Finally, I could see a small light in a life full of darkness. The flower had petals of a dark color but with small specks of light; it was very beautiful. I wanted it so much, with all my strength, but the problem was that it was in that place.
One night, I left ho. I escaped, even though I had discussed it with my parents; they vehently refused, although I didn't tell them the location of the flower. I wanted to inform my sister, but I didn't. I wanted to do it for myself; I could do it alone.
In the city, I bought a carriage and hired so guards. I paid them to take to the city of the beginning. But on the journey, a group of bandits attacked us. I felt fear, I felt insecure. I thought this was the end, but it wasn't. When I got out of the carriage, I found so corpses; I felt nauseous, but I endured it. According to what I was told, the boy standing in the midst of all the chaos saved my life.
When he told his true identity, he told he was heading to the sa place as and invited to go with him. I hesitated at first; I already knew who he was, and his image was very bad. But sohow, I felt protected by his side, so I accepted. Besides, he's also handso and strong.
The journey lasted another 3 days. During this ti, he always cared about my well-being and that I was okay. I didn't know why he treated so well, so I asked him. He said our situations were almost similar, and he also told I was like a younger sister. I felt my cheeks turning red, and I couldn't help but give him a punch on the shoulder; I felt like he was teasing or sothing.
Right now, we were at the entrance of the city. The walls were too high, I estimate around 30 ters. He handed a hood to hide my face. Although I didn't understand why at first, I still put it on.
Finally, we had arrived in the city.
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