Wild fire

Burning soul

Ceridwen was her name, though no one knew her so well to address her as such. She was known as the healer, helping those for a price. It was often rubies, gold, gems or silver, though it was never enough. She wasn't rich, in fact she was far from it, she always felt bad for the poor. All her earnings went to orphanages, homeless and those in need.

Her life came crumbling down when they found out how she healed-magic. She had tried to keep her ways away from the prying eyes, though 'twas not enough.

"Leave a lady to her work!" She cried, trying to shoo the curious townspeople away, though futile. They pulled at the sleeve of her dress, revealing the twisted patterns on her skin. Now a warm red, they glowed brightly, an instinctual occurrence when she was in trouble.

"Witch! The wench be a witch!"

She ran, deserting all her belongings she fled. They screamed profanities at her as she ran, desperately trying to hide the foul marks that were on her skin. She lay there, crying in the dark forest. That was the mark of her life in the shadows, living solely on scraps.

She walked to the dark alley, hearing people talking about something.

"They be back. Those confounded pirates, lootin' me house. Someone should just give 'em what they want"

"Aye, give them the witch. They'd like that"

She was now more afraid than before, if it was possible. She knew the townspeople would be coming for her, and when that time came she'd be defenseless. So she waited. Stayed in the shadows, awaiting her eventual downfall.

They approached, torches burning brightly in hand, swords in the other. 'Kill the witch' was chanted over and over again, adding to her increasing uneasiness. They grabbed her, a tight knot forming in her stomach. Dragging her over to the docks, they laughed in victory. Her surroundings became blurry as nausea set in, her head now pounding.

They flung her on the ground, the large ship in front of her. Lifting her head, she saw the majestic ship. On top was large, a white flag flying high and free in the sky.

"What be your problem?" An agitated voice rang, getting closer with each word. Ceridwen lay on the ground, unable to move. She felt something roughly pulling her up, her bones cracking in disagreement. Her vision was blurred, black dots dancing around. A warm hand reached out to touch her cold skin, gently tugging her away from the tight grasp of the tyrannical villager.

"What did they do to ya..."

The voice trailed off, softer and softer, now faint and distant. Her eyes were closed, drifting to a heavy sleep.

New story! Sorry for this... Just felt that it might be nice..

I will still be updating Girl of ice! Thank you!