Enchanted

Prologue for Enchanted: ???

“Turn….”
“Please save your strength!?”
“Why do you insist on speaking?!! This is not your death bed! I refuse to let you die here!!!”
I said with oil tears streaming down my cheeks. I grasped the dying woman’s hand, clutching it close to my chest. Her condition has worsened over the last few years.
“I have *cough* one last task to give you *cough* Turn.”
She said barely holding on to life.
“Anything....”
An infant’s cry rang through the house. Loud, full of pain and want for its mother.
“Protect her, play with her, teach her, as we did, oh so long ago.”
Her last words she spoke as she went limp. I ran to the child’s room. I peered over the crib and saw the small infant squirm under my gaze. She nearly didn't make it due to her mother's condition. I put the baby in a basket and packed a satchel full of clothes, spell books, and potions.
“Bring out the cursed child!!!” a man outside yelled.
I heard a crowd chanting, “Kill the cursed! Kill the cursed! Kill the cursed!”
I jumped out the back window to land on the soft earth and ran to the woods as fast as I could.
“There! The demon child!”
A man from the crowd soon ran after me, deeper into the woods, to the point I lost my bearings of this once familiar place. I looked around, the man nowhere in sight. I slowly knelt down and sat by a tree to calm the baby and my nerves.
“Shhh, quiet young one.”
The infant’s cries only grew stronger. Her soft cheeks streamed tears, her pale blue eyes an unfading waterfall, and her silky blonde hair unkept and matted from all the tossing and turning. I sat down against a tree, rocking my arms, and sang a soft lullaby.
“Hush there robin bird you will fly~ one day you’ll touch the sky~~.”
As I continued, the child’s cries soon grew softer and softer until she was sound asleep.
“There you are.”
I snap to attention to the man keeping the little one close.
“Just give up the kid and maybe I'll make your death quick and merciful.”
He looked me over and scoffed.
"If a freak like you can even feel pain."
The man said stepping closer and closer. I backed up and flared. Flames then climbed up my legs. I swung my leg at the man and he stumbled back and hit his head on a rock. I looked at him stepping a bit closer. His eyes flew open and he grabbed my arm. He pulled, I pulled back and sudden...

*SNAP*

I screamed in pain. The baby safely sleeping in my left arm. I took a deep breath and the man burst into flame, my eyes grew a deep amber. The man was reduced to ash but I didn’t care; I just ran deeper into the woods until I came to an old abandoned cabin.
“Well, little one looks like this is our new home.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she grabbed ahold of my finger that I dangled in her line of sight. I took a deep breath. The pain was finally setting in over the shock. I looked down and my metal skeleton was showing where the man ripped my porcelain like skin. My oil like blood oozed from the wound. I grit my teeth from the pain, chugging a numbing potion to take the edge off. The pain subsided, I looked down at the small child and smiled
“You don’t have a name yet do you, my little friend.”
I looked around noticing the scenery changed from strong oaks to soft willows that hid this place from the rest of the world.
“How’s willow?”
A smile crept on the child’s face as she cooed and giggled at the silly-sounding name.
“Well Willow, it looks like I’ll be your caretaker.”