As a child, I was always told that killing was a bad thing. A sin. Something that humanity should avoid. Yet, for some reason, we still shed blood. It took me many years to understand this action. How it affects us. How it changes us.
At the age of four, I discovered this ability. The ability to find inner strength. The ability to stay strong. The ability of unrestricted murdering. It may sound strange, but I was never proud of this ability. I discovered that when I discovered the power's capabilities. I had the ability to kill a desired person, as long as our eyes met. At one point, I was considered to be locked up for these powers. Right now, I really wish I were. As a weak four years old, I ran away.
As I walked the dark path, I felt lost, abandoned. Lonely too. The moon was the only light to guide me. I walked a wet, stony path. The moonlight shimmered in the small, oval shaped ponds. Most people could see their reflection in it. All I saw was a monster. Cursed. After I had walked for a week or so, with only water from lakes to drink, I found a town. It was not very big compared to today, but it did have an iterating way of transportation. The people there sat in these dark brown wagons, which were pulled by horses. They were rather dirty, and looked more like slaves than pets. All the people in the little town, which went by the name Greenwood, looked tired and scared. I was just a little girl, but no one seemed to be willing to help me. All I really wanted was something to eat, something pure to drink, and a bed with warmth.
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