Exile

Part 4

With a flick of the wrist, Alana could go anywhere.

Anywhere she wanted.

She had access to almost anything.

It was a talent, or rather, a skill. But she wasn't the only one with one. Her cousin/best friend, Vigor, could manipulate ice and snow, plus her parents could grow plants and such.

Now that Alana thought about it, there were a lot of people whom she knew about that had these skills. She didn't know when they had first appeared, but she was used to seeing people use them. It was normal. She had discovered hers recently and was trying to get acquainted with using it.

Alana was a peasant; she used her skill of teleportation to get around more quickly.

As for friends, she didn't have many. But that was okay.

But despite all that, nothing stopped her from being bubbly. Everyone in her small village was depressed all the time, and Alana felt like she was the only one who was truly happy. The only one who really liked her was Vigor; she was often neglected by her mom and dad.

Even though her family were peasants they had a few good trinkets to sell. her father went around selling goods every once in a while. They looked unique and were mostly little things.

One day Alana had nothing better to do so she went with him. Vigor was visiting for a week, so he came too. Her father didn't seem to care and probably never noticed them.

They strolled through the market, taking in the sights of buyers and sellers arguing about unfair prices. Vigor hadn't been there before, and his eyes were wide with eagerness and glee. Alana was just as in awe of everything though she had been to the marketplace before.

All things were going well, her father doing pretty well in business when they came across a noble and his daughter.

A noble. People rarely see those around these days.

It wasn't hard at all to recognize a noble. They had much fancier clothing than everyone else (except possibly the king), had gold jewelry, and always looked proper and stout.

Her father made haste in attempting to persuade the noble to buy his goods. As they were negotiating a price, the nobleman's daughter turned to the two cousins. She had beautiful blonde hair and everything about her looked so angelic. She also looked a bit nervous.

Her name was Imogine, Immi, and they made some conversation. The peasants were surprised about how easy it was to talk to the Duchess, and both got to know her well as their fathers were bartering. But she was confused about how low Immi spoke when she whispered out of the blue,

"Please help."

"Huh?"

"My father barely lets me leave the house because of the type of skill I have. Please come get me out," she pleaded, her already big eyes wide with terror. Alana had a bunch of questions.

Why are you bringing this up right now?

Don't you have other friends?

Why do you care if we care? We're just lowly peasants, we should mean nothing to you.

"But where do you live?" Vigor asked because Alana was speechless. She was stunned at how suddenly the topic had come up.

"That house over there."

Immi turned and pointed to a big stone house, decorated with beautiful vines expanding on the sides.

"W-we'll find a way," Alana managed as they were leaving. She didn't think Immi could hear her.

"Thanks," she replied.

What just happened?