"What are you?" he growled, hostility pulsing in his dark eyes.
"I'm Changed," the words whispered past her lips, a crack of thunder punctuating her dreadful admittance.
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The Changed were unique.
Some could draw with fire, etching burning poetr...
The cold mud wrapped around her fingers first, then her knees, then reached up to caress her face as gravity completed the motion struck by Pax, the meanest soul in the village.
She wiped sludge from her blinded eyes to see the backs of laughter and mockery heading up the dirt path.
Of course the day would begin like this. Why had she dreamed of anything different? Of course her tormentors would find this occasion especially fitting to point out the darker shades of her skin, the brown that matched the tree bark and the mud that now clothed her body and rags.
"Come on Silva, don't listen to them," the smooth voice enveloped her aching ears, and a gentle hand lifted her to her feet. Saresh was kind, and reminded her of her mother in an unexplainable way.
With a deep breath to steady the anger that seethed, she walked silently after her mockers, thinking of a hundred ways to inflict the same hurt even though she didn't have the ability to enact them.
But after today, that would all change. After today, she would be cured from her weakness. She would become Changed.
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