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Life was never full of roses and rainbows.

What happened at present was always the result of our past. Our own demons were to be blamed for our sins or our foolishness. When Keira was a child, she heard marriage was the best thing anyone could ever have. A loving husband, family, was a beautiful experience. But in her case marriage had become a joke.

She has been prepared for her whole life to become sacrificed. To what? A grave where someone died thousands of years ago? Who didn't even know was being rescued by a harmless girl? But unfortunately, she didn't make the choices. Society made it for her. But for what purpose? So that someone could gain intense powers? Why her though? Maybe she will never get the answers. Maybe she was meant for bigger purpose or maybe it was just one of fate's cruel games.

Keira woke up gasping for air. She was still pretty shaken by her self-pitied dream. Her whole body shook in the cold. Her throat was dry, making it hurt to take any kind of air. For the love of God, she could not remember why she was lying on the ground in the middle of the woods.

Then it hit her like a train. Last night...the wedding, the weird winds...but she thought she was dying. She felt she was fading into the eternal darkness. Then how could she be alive? With the memories back, her hands immediately went to her throat to see that it was covered with dry blood. Shaking in the cold, she took the time to look around her. To her surprise, she noticed that where she landed was pretty far from the town. Her ankle was probably sprained; she had scratched marks on her arms and shoulder where the Priest tried to grab her. Her once beautiful gown was torn and barely hanging. She thought bitterly,

"If I had a mirror maybe I will look like I am barely hanging too."

A loud sob left her lips even before noticing it was her that cried out. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She lied on the cold ground, crying in the misery that was my life. The pain was so unbearable that she wanted to die.

After staring blankly at the morning sky for she did not know how much time, she tried to stand up only to stumble again on the ground. A small scream tore through her as her swollen ankle touched the ground. God...if only she knew how to do spells then she could easily just heal herself.

But that wasn't possible so she tried to look for some bark for support. Thankfully there were some broken long ones that she could work as a crutch, so she took one and tried really hard. Slowly she stood up with the support. She could feel her foot hurt but at least for now it could walk.

She wanted to get the hell out of this town. But something kept her going back to the cemetery. She knew it will be a mistake. And yet she couldn't stop herself from seeing the damage the clan brought upon themselves. She kept limping with the crunch and when she reached the cemetery, she let out a high pitch scream. There were dead bodies everywhere. How did they die? She was supposed to die, they did not. Then what really happened last night?

"Enjoying the view?" Someone asked her in a cold voice. Keira turned her head to the right where the sound was coming from only to see her mother looking at her as if she was a monster. She couldn't look away from her mother even if she wanted to. It was a haunting look she despised.

She didn't deserve to look down like a monster.

"What happened?" She asked calmly trying to keep herself warm. Her dress was half torn and chilly winds were making her almost freeze. Her hair was loose and it was blowing in the air. She knew she looked like a broken doll. But she had to stay strong for the answers coming for her.

"As seems you don't know that! Go away from here, Keira. No one wants you now." Her mother snarled. She did not want to yet she looked at her mother's eyes that were sad and filled with grief. They mirrored her own eyes. She knew all these people. Her entire life she had been laughing, sobbing and sharing secrets with them. Now they were only bodies ready to be rotten.

"What's that supposed to mean?" With a sigh, she asked. She knew she was pushing her mother to snap but she also knew that she had to know what she has done. Just how much people hate her, she deserved to know.

"Maybe you are cursed. These people died for you, Keira. Died! You are the one to blame, no one else. Maybe the prophecy was wrong, maybe you were the one we should have been stayed away from!" Angrily her mother grabbed her shoulder and immediately something jammed into her. To her surprise, the pain in her legs disappeared leaving only an uncomfortable ache. Swallowing down the knot that formed in her throat, she took a backstep from her.

What on earth was that possible!?

But her newfound surprise was in vain as her mother pointed at the mass of bodies lying on the ground burned almost to ashes that were once her clan or her mother's clan.

"Look around you, Keira. There are at least 50 people lying here dead. You did something to them. Maybe your soul is not as pure as it should have been. Maybe deep down under this innocent facade, you are dark, evil." Keira's mother screamed pulling her hair so that her daughter could look where she was pointing her fingers. Swallowing a gulp she looked around. But, she couldn't watch any longer as her mother gripped her jaw hard enough to hurt.

This was not the mother she remembered.

...She didn't know the woman in front of her.

"Kill her."

"Burn her. She killed them!"

"Don't let her inside of your house! She's satan's child, she'll kill your children!"

"There's a bounty on her head. Bring her to us and we'll give you plenty of money to live."

The loud commotion startled them so much that her mother let her go immediately. Keira looked around in despair to see angry mobs everywhere. Seeing the running crowd the cold realization hit her hard in the head. By now every clan near her town knew what happened last night. And they will definitely want her to pay. She was not safe there. Just because by some miracle she survived, they'll kill her if they find her.

She was never going to be safe.

"I didn't kill them. Please believe me, mother." She begged her mother who was laughing and sobbing like a lunatic on her knees. Her mother kept murmuring sorry to a burned body near the grave Keira was supposed to die.

Near the grave...

The cry after Keira pushed someone away from her.

Flinching at the memory Keira understood why her mother was acting like everything was Keira's fault. When the massacre started, the person holding her was her father and they were really close to the grave. She pushed her stepfather to his death.

Before she could apologize the same things happened. The winds started to blow violently, making her freeze. This time her feet thought faster than her as she realized she was already running from the cemetery. To her utter surprise, there was something following her steps in the wind.

"Please. Whatever you want, just let me go." She ran screaming and begging them to leave her alone only to be stopped in front of a cliff. It was her favorite spot when she was a child. She wanted to cry out in frustration. She wanted to blame someone, anyone, so she could get rid of the evil thoughts that were running through her veins.

She couldn't see her mother's eyes see her as a monster. Her kind's people saw her as a threat. They called her satan's child. And on the top of it, she killed her father.

Not directly, but still she was the one to push him.

So if her death could get rid of her guilt, then she was ready with arms open. She couldn't live with the rest of her life watching over her back.

That's not living, that's just breathing.

Wiping the stupid tears that decided to finally come, she was just about to jump then someone grabbed her arm and jerked her around only to be crashing something hard. She did not remember any stone here. Whoever got her, held her tighter. She closed her eyes instantly from the fear of the unknown creature holding her. When she heard harsh breaths in her ears, she opened her eyes carefully. Titling her head around, her dark brown eyes found black ones. With a bewilderment she realized, no, It wasn't a shadow...

It was a man?

"Miss me...wifey?" The man smirked...

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