Early years

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11 years old

The wind blew my hair and it became a disarray but I didn't mind because I was meeting my friend today, her name is Lila . She has dark brown hair and emerald green eyes, which pull you in into whatever story she is telling. Today was a particularly happy day though because it was her birthday. A dragon flew above me, mother says not to be scared of them but I still cower away from them when they come near me. This one is beautiful though the dragon's golden wings shine effortlessly in the sun. And the dragon's warm eyes remind me of home. I was here. Their place was filled with marble and gold statues and leading up to the house, there is a grand staircase covered in the most beautiful decorations. The warm bright gold; felt as if it was saying hello. I see Ms Livingston in the garden, I start to walk over to her, when she startles me. " Arunia, It is so good to see you, Lila upstairs, she will be coming down in a second, she will be so excited to see you ." Ms Livingston said she was always bussing, cooking or cleaning the house"It's great to see you too, would you like help with anything?" I respond, The sky looks grey, not like the vibrant blue I saw two mins ago, a flick of my wrist and the sky turns into a magnificent blue sky filled with life.

"No. Everything is ready, I see you have been practising your magic though, I better not see you doing that around my daughter." She said threateningly. People of magic are known of but not accepted or treated fairly, I was taught to hide my magic from an extremely young age.

" Yes Ms Livingston ." I responded quickly, I quickly remembered the hierarchy and went back to my place but at that moment, it was the first time I had felt angry, for something that I couldn't control.

12 years old

"Lila, do you think they wonder where we are, if we go into the woods?." I ask because I really want to see the woods, they are filled with magical creatures and mushrooms that bounce when you greet them with your presence, although that is ok everyone thinks it is unnatural for a human to have power that they think should solely belong to animals and plants for I do not know why magic seems like a beautiful entity and it can help people although there are always limitation they are no money, no death and the worst one of all no love.

" Yes, probably. I want to see the wonders of the wood though as well though ." Lila responded in an excited tone. My brown hair flew back in the wind and my blue eyes had a hint of gleam in them.

"Ok. Come one." I say I was actually really excited as well.

" Girls, It's time to go." my mother calls from far away, disappointment swelled up in my stomach as those words came pouring out of my mothers mouth.

"Ok." We both shouted in unison,

"Next time ok,next time." I said but that next time never came. I started using my magic more always by accident or not on purpose and Ms Livingston decided it wouldn't be a good idea for me to come around or see her daughter at all. I had just lost a friend but now I understand what those dragons must have felt like when I coward away from them. I started to lash out more, yet my mother looked at me with hatred because she had also lost a friend that day.

14 years old

Our house is like living in a stone cold ditch. There is no life, no laughter and no happiness and for my mother well she blames me for everything because well know everyone left her because I had magic even and my dad. The paintings of people I don't even know hung in the daunting hallway.

"Mother?" I asked timidly. Not expecting a response. "I'm going out,i'll be back before the sun sets." Mother Hardly talks to me anymore just to say the occasional criticism. I walk out the door and the butterflies dance around me in a happy melody. The town is not too far to the North just off the up from the West coast of a town called Feire . Once I get to the town, I go in and out as quickly as I can, nobody likes my magic and everyone knows I have it. I bump into someone though.

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