I was born in the middle of a war. A war that was fought over me. I remembered the dust falling from the sky as I was tucked in my mother's arms. Everything seemed out of place. The sky with its blackened sky, burning with blast from each side of the sky.
Screams coming from children running through the streets trying to run away from the monsters. The sound of buildings bursting into pieces as they were burned through with magic. Even though I was just born I could see, hear, and feel all of it.
My mom's wet tears and panicked breaths was what drawed me the most. I couldn't understand what was going on but I knew if was bad. She spoke to me and rocked me. I laughed at how happy I was. Then I saw a hand wrap a white cloth on top of my eyes.
I heard my mother's soothing voice. I couldn't understand but I knew it was gonna be alright. I felt myself lift into the air and into someone's arms. They rocked me hard against their body. I could feel their every step. I cried through the air as my happiness was destroyed.
I could feel the heart beat of the figure growing very loudly and I stopped to listen to it as it thumped. I felt the heart and saw it. How it worked, how it lived, how to control it, I saw everything. Thus heart did not match mine and I knew that this figure wasn't my mother but I knew he had her imprint.
I could trust whoever was behind the cloth over my eyes. All I could think about was my mother. How beauty she looked as she rocked me with terror in her purple eyes. I wanted her and only her. She was me and I was her. If I had to kill everyone in our world to find her I would her I would.
My eyes dropped as I quietly yawned. I closed my eyes to the world as darkness closed in
YOU ARE READING
The Guardian
FantasyI am the Princess of Magic. I was taken away at birth from my home planet and sent to the mystical world Gera. fighting for. I've trained fifteen years of my life for this moment. To be able to go back to my world and take what is rightfully mine...
