Choice

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Dolos begins walking toward me. I try to run away but he already has me in his grip before I can fully turn.

"Leaving so soon?" he laughs "Well the way is that way.". I begin to walk off until I hear him begin to speak again. "However, you must fulfill this task, turn the people of your house evil. Your family as well as your masters. Once their hearts are fully blackened they will become my servants as well and will share the same fate as you.".

I run off, his words repeating in my mind. When I arrive at the house I can't bear to open the door. I stare through the window at everyone beginning to gather around the table to eat. My father was the chef, my mother and I were maids and gardeners, my grandfather a business and financial adviser. My family were servants but we were treated well. Sometimes Mr. Colligon had a temper from the stress of his job but he always apologized. Heaving a sigh, I let the flower crown I had been holding finally drop. As it gently falls to the soft grass I walk to the town. I quietly walk around and when no one is looking I take a dagger from a stand and walk away unnoticed to a cliff on the outskirts of town.

"Odyssia?" a small, weak voice cries behind me.

I whip around to see the master's daughter, Katelyn. Her head is hung as she speaks "I seen everything." she says and picks up her head. Her once bright eyes are now dull and tear-filled "I know what you're going to do and why. I know who you are and you won't do that to us. I know there is no point in trying to stop you. I want to be here for you, to pay you the respect of knowing your story."

My eyes fill with tears as I nod at the six-year-old girl. "You're a saint. I'm so sorry."

Using the dagger I had stolen I gouge my accursed eyes from their place among my body then leaped from the edge, plummeting to my untimely death to protect the ones I love.

I have special eyes. I can see what others can't, who people truly are. I have a gift. My gift is that I see. But I am blind. Blind, because I could not see what was always there. So here I am with a choice to make. So I make it. Leave.

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