The Daughter of the Moon

Chapter 2

Sorry it took me so long to update. It's been a crazy couple days! Anyway I got the update up! This chapter gave me the chills writing it. Anyway, Wren's dad! Enjoy!

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Wren groaned and coughed.

When she had thrown her punch, Slut assassin had tried to take a stab at her. Then she froze and looked terrified. The light then got so bright, that they couldn't see and they were both thrown backwards.

Wren had gotten lucky and had landed in the hay. Slut assassin wasn't so lucky. She had landed on the other side of the barn. The wall was bent where she had landed. She had blood pouring out of a gash on her forehead. She was breathing, but she wasn't moving, her leg was held in an awkward angle.

Wren slowly got up. Her muscles aches and it felt like she may have broken a bone or two, but she didn't mind that. She walked over to the assassin. She wasn't even awake. Her head was bleeding really heavily now and she looked much worse closer up.

Wren wanted to puke. She had never hurt anything before. She always wanted to be an animal Doctor. One where she was wanted by lots of nearby farms. Yet here lie a woman she didn't even know and she looked like she was going to die.

Without even thinking Wren reached her hand out to check for a pulse on the girl. Her hand touched the assassins neck and Wren felt heat. Like she had lit herself on fire and was burning. It just kept getting hotter and hotter. When Wren tried pulling her hand back, it wouldn't move.

She tried even harder but her hand wouldn't move. It was like she was frozen. Her entire body was. She had a cramp in her back from bending over but she couldn't move. Wren started panicking and tried struggling harder. She wanted to cry and scream.

Just as sudden as the feeling had came, it started to go away. Wren gave one last wrenching lurch and landed on her butt. Wren groaned as her back has been released from its cramping position. She rubbed the spot before thinking about why she was stuck to the assassin.

The assassin! Wren looked at the assassin quickly. Forgetting that she was there as she had gone through her dilemma.

The assassin no longer had any injuries. She was breathing and seemed much better looking now. Her gash had disappeared. She just looked like she was sleeping in a dent in the floor.

Wren looked down at her hands then. Somehow, she had managed to injure the woman, then heal as if nothing had happened. Wren didn't know how. Somehow she had. Maybe it was the powers that the assassin had mentioned, or maybe it was all just a cruel joke.

Wren stood up, and walked away from the assassin. She kept walking backwards until she ran into the loft ladder. Wren quickly grasped it. She turned around, and quickly climbed it. The lamb was still up there, though wide awake. Wren felt that it was hungry. She then thought of her parents.

Oh my gods and goddesses, please tell me they're ok! Wren grabbed the lamb, carefully climbed the ladder as fast as she could and ran towards her house. She felt like she was running a race but she couldn't remember any of it. She remembered the path that had been worn into the earth vaguely.

She was at her house in minutes, but it felt like forever. Wren set the lamb on the porch and walked into her house.

The front door had been torn from its hinges and lay awkwardly on the floor. Wren started to hyperventilate. The kitchen was trashed. The wooden cabinets lay in pieces on the floor. All of the signs of struggle were there. Wren kept walking towards her parents room.

She walked through living space, the furniture all turned over. Sheets over her parents chairs. Wren kept walking towards her parents room though.

It was a few steps more but wren wanted to break down. She finally turned into her parents room.

The room was worse than the kitchen. The bed was flipped, the bed frame was ruined. Every thing that her parents has owned had been broken. Including the vanity that her mother taught her to braid at. The blankets off the bed through across the room.

Wren fell to her onto her knees. Tears were rolling freely off her face now. She couldn't take the pain. She couldn't find her parents so she felt relief.

It was several minutes when Wren reached towards her parents blankets for comfort. The sheet wasn't there though.

The sheet wasn't with the blankets, or on the upside down bed. Then Wren remembered the sheet in the living space. Wren unsteadily rose to her feet. She walked back to the living space.

There in the middle of the chaos, was the sheet. She could make out of the shape of her parents chairs. Though this time she noticed the blood stain on them.

Wren reaches one trembling hand foreword and grasped the edge of the sheet.

Wren jerked the sheet away from the chairs, and there were parents. Her dead parents.

They're throats were slit, their mouths cut into a smile. Blood soaked their bodies. Their hands were held together like they were posing for a family photo she had heard about.

Wren had though she had felt pain when she saw their belonging destroyed. What she felt now was not even close to what she felt.

It was all she felt. Everything was destroyed. Her life, everything. Wren wasn't even think as she walked out , past the lamb on the porch, fast asleep. She just kept walking. She walked right out into the field surround their home. She walked and walked until she tripped over some plants. She felt into the dirt and water. Mud automatically getting all over her.

Then wren was brought back to her senses. She screamed. She screamed as loud as she could. Desperate to get rid of the pain. She felt tears flooding out of her eyes. She wanted to push the pain out. She wanted it gone. She wanted it to disappear.

She wanted it GONE.

Then like the light, flames erupted from wren. But wren didn't care this time. She just felt pain. Everything she had was gone. Her mother, her father, her family.

Wren could mentally feel the flames eating the work her family had worked so hard for. Not that it mattered now. She knew she could stop it she wanted too. But she didn't want to.

She let the flames drain all the pain away from her. Let it burn every thing to the ground. She let it destroy, mar, and scar the land. She let it deep the energy out of her.

She didn't know how long she let the fields burn. It wasn't until. The only thing that was left was black, and and embers. An occasional flame flickered but Wren didn't care.

She felt the last tears fall down her face as she finally collapsed over, unconscious.