Monday, means another week has begun, a whole long week for me to endure every day being a college freshman. My uncle Martin thinks, maybe we should move to the city. The city may be kind to us this time. I am sick already. Sick of living isolated and away from everyone. I don't have friends or could make one, but I am glad I was able to finish High School in the small town of Doriellow.
I do not know where the hell that name came from. But at least, everyone looked scared of me so I had no trouble living in that small town for two years. The best town I could say, I've been living in my whole life because no one dares to cross in my way, either talk to me or sit with me during lunchtime. I could have the peace of mind I yearned for years.
Our family has been moving from town to town and State to another State. Am start getting tired of it. But, as long as it is better for Max, I cannot be against it. Max, my little brother, watched his innocent smile while waving goodbye to me. It gives me strength and courage to heads up. I need to be strong for Max. I want to make a better place for him. I don't know how, but I will. Someday, I promised, I will.
I heard the bell ring and Max ran to the door of his school. He almost stumbled climbing that stairs and I were like, wanted to fly to catch him. Gladly, he found his balance. He looked at me and smiled before he was swallowed by the door. I sighed. I wish I was always there around him. To protect and defend him from all those kids who bullied him in his class. The fact is that I was also bullied at college.
I put on my hood and began my way to the Institute. Every morning during school days, I dropped Max to his school. Uncle Martin bought me a bike last month. Since the class started, we walked to the school from our house and I am still walking to reach the Institute. So then, Uncle Martin decided to buy something that I and Max could ride together. Max was very happy about it.
I start pedaling and take a left turn. I could take the straight road towards the downtown but it's been my favorite to pass that avenue. I hit the brake and stare at the ruins, then look up at its tower. The sun meets my eyes and it's blinding me. I close my eyes and when I open them, an old man standing in front of me. It startled me because of the way he looked at me.
"You shouldn't be here, witch." He said to me with a hissed voice.
"Am just passing by Mister," I tried to calm myself.
"You're not. This is not the first time you stop by here every morning." The old man said. "You like what you saw? The church stumbled in the ground and lost its pride and beauty." His voice is full of anger. Even his eyes looking at me with hatred.
"Your kin! You cause this all! You'll di---" The old man hasn't done yet but someone grabs him and drags him away from me. I could still hear him yelling something but the person who grabbed him tried to cover his mouth. I heaved a sigh. Lots of people hate me. No, not only me but all of my kin.
History tells a long battle that happened over twenty years ago. A war between witches and hunters. A bloody-war. And yes, my kin who destroyed that beautiful church. Somehow, I found the church fascinating and beautiful. Which, our kin could never enter a church. The cross hurt us and a strange power roam that dwells inside the church that could kill us. That is why I shouldn't admire a church in the first place.
But I, Sheira Murray, was special among all of the Witches. I am different from them all. So please don't be scared of me, nor hate me. I screamed in my brain.
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Authors Corner:
Hello guys! I know, if you notice the Prologue, I wrote it in the Tagalog language. But am thinking and I decided to continue it in English. I will do my best to deliver the story well, so bare my wrong grammar and the wrong structure of the paragraph. Heheheheh... Dedicated to my League Of Angels friends! I love you guys! Thank you.
Have a nice day all!
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AcciónIt was the age of Witches. Churches were brought down, witches hunters dead, and the Bible was nowhere to be found but hidden. Sheira Murray has a hard life fitting into the world of her own race. Because of a historical legend, her family became e...
