Exiled

Prologue

I never wanted this life. I have never known anything other than this life. I live in Aunastalia. It sounds pretty. But it's where I have been exiled.

Auna in our world means sorcery. It was used as a code word during the war. But now? The world knows what the word means. And if you have ever been thought to be part of Auna then you are exiled.

I do not remember the war. But my parents would, if they were alive. They were killed fighting for their lives. The world saw their power and killed it.

Or thought they did. They exiled me when they died. They saw me as a threat. My parents had power so I would.

Aunastalia is supposed to sound like Australia. That's what our land was called, before the war. Before it was the place where the exiled live. The world thought that throwing us on an island would keep us contained, isolated. They have know idea.

Our new generation, my generation, don't really remember the war. But we are even more powerful than our parents. There is a group of us, a community, that are all kids, orphans. We have no parents and no place to go.

We stick together, planning. We will come for the rest of the world. They left us here to die.

I'm 17. I have long, wavy, blue hair. I didn't dye it. We don't even have the resources or luxury to choose your hair color. It's real. It fades from black to a bright deep blue.

We think it's because when my power shows it's blue. My eyes are also blue, but they look more natural. Except when my power shows, then they turn an electric blue. But then that happens to all of us.

My goal? To set our world right and show those who have ruined it what it feels like to be forgotten and feared.