The world is not what you think. Love isn't what it seems to be. Life is a cycle of magic. And Scarlet is the girl who has that magic. Once they called her a halfling, an aberration that shouldn't have existed but now others say she's special.
In a...
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'Who are you, people?' I wanted to scream. 'Who are you and why are you here? Why are you doing this?'
Unlike my feet that were forcefully moving, my lips stayed frozen. Walking into ruins. Fires dying out now that the battle had been lost. Unknown faces that I was seeing for the first time. Faces that I knew all too well. Smiling faces as if what these people saw was something that filled their hearts with happiness.
My own was breaking apart.
So much death. Everywhere I went. Everything I did. It was all I could see in the end.
An ending. A bloody, horrid ending that made me want to scream on top of my lungs, blame it all on Her.
My cruel Moon.
My hands chained behind my back. Steel instead of silver. Wondering where they found those as I watched the people who gave me shelter being relieved of their lives. Only those who didn't fight would live. Only those who accepted their fate would live.
Life that was not a life. The life of a slave. The fate of the defeated.
"Such a nice place. The magicals did a very good job at finding this secluded land, don't you think, Scarlet?" Sitting next to me, the gun safely tucked away under her jacket, she wouldn't even look away when she spoke to me.
I hated listening to her voice, the contempt in it as she kept trying to start a conversation with me after bringing me here to witness what her people did to mine.
Turning away from her, I watched the wildings drag another one of the remaining magicals to the pyre in the heart of the camp. It was the last fire that had been left burning after the tents had gone down to ashes.
The heavy smell of smoke, death and debris could be still scented in the air, such a strong odor that it made you choke on your breath.
"We have been looking for this place for so long, Scarlet. It was a pure luck that we found it now but I'm so glad that we did. And not just the place but you too. I'm going to put you both into good use..." she trailed off then, a second later, heaved out a deep sigh.
"It's been so long," she mumbled as the person in front of the pyre went to his knees. She then gave the wildlings holding the man a nod and he was taken away, this time to be replaced by a woman.
In a string the magicals kept coming, people displayed in front of her for her to decide what to do with them but soon after the first of them had been killed and thrown into the flames the others had learned to take a knee instead of try and fight.
What was the point in fighting now when we were all helpless to turn the tables? Fighting them meant death so why would we fight? Why would we let them take more lives than they already had?
It was perplexing too. The magicals who were people with abilities, who could do so many things no ordinary person could, how did these animals defeat such people?
