The Mark

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Hello my name is Ayve LittleWood and I am a wizard. What kind of wizard you asked, well, I'm a butterfly wizard. A buttery wizard uses butterfly magic as there magic. There are not many of us left so I'm lucky I learnt it.

My sister on the other hand.... she has extreme magic. Its extreme but not as powerful as my magic. Its called Chaos magic. There are about 1200 of these wizards in this world who use this magic. You may think its alot but it isnt. It obviously isnt as rare as my magic. There are about 5 or less wizards who use butterfly magic.

Anyway my sister is called Clover LittleWood and everyone gapes over her. But when she is alone with me, well, lets just say she's hell!

But anyway, lets talk about the present-ish.

It was 5am when I woke up with a start. It was pitch black outside and freezing. So I used my magic to conjure something;
"Butterflies, make fire," I wispered.
And so my magic summoned butterflies and they made a fire in the fireplace that makes my room look old! Uhh!

What shall I do to pass time? I thought to myself.
I know!

"Butterflies make book!"

And just like that a book appeared on my lap.
"Alice in Wonderland by C.J Lewis. Hmmm, sounds good."

So the hours flew by and sooner or later it was 8am.

It was getting quite late in the morning, nearly 11am, and I started to wonder why my parents haven't told me to get my lazy butt downstairs.

I climb out of bed and open the bedroom door. As a walk throught the hallway I see marks on the wall.

"Mother, father?"

No answer. I knock on their bedroom door. Still no answer.

As I twisted the handle on the door I notice it wasn't as tight as it usually is.

The door was open and I stared in horror. 2 bodies were lying on the floor covered in blood. The room was a mess and it look as whoever tried to kill my mother and father, had a challenge. I looked up to spy a mark above their bed.

I gasped.

Then I ran back to my room and pack a bag full of clothes and essential things. As fast as I could I sprinted downstairs, grapped a loaf of bread and ran as far as I could...

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