FAYORE

Prologue

(Third Person's POV)

Fayore woke up to the sound of screaming and broken chants. She was only five, but like most witches, her mother taught her to recognize some abnormal things. She was curious as to what was happening. Had someone stole money from her parents again?

Bradley and Rossi Trahvin, parents of Fayore Trahvin, were powerful business owners who cherished their daughter and showered her with love. They usually barely argued and it never got to the point of yelling, so Fayore's five year old mind spiked with confusion and curiosity.

Fayore got out of her Hello Kitty bed and padded her way down the stairs, slightly stumbling as she was always carried down these steps so she would not get hurt.

When little Fayore finally reached the last step, she turned into the living room where the noise was mostly at. She was clutching tightly onto her her stuffed panda that she named Fluffuls.

She poked her tiny head into the livingroom and her eyes widened at the sight.

Her parents, the ones that loved and adored her, were tied against chairs and had marks all over their bodies. Her mother kept trying to chant a spell, but a man would hit her everytime a word left her lips.

"Where is she?!" One of the mean who were holding her parents captive spat. He was glaring at the married couple with a gaze that screamed danger.

"We will n-never tell you! She is our gem!" Bradley yelled to the three large males who stood over him before he spat out blood from the punch he had received because of his comment.

Fayore's small eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Her parents had always called her their gem. Could they be talking at her?

"The Five wants her. They saw her use magic while she was in the forest to make a flower bloom. A f*cking flower!" Another one of the men laughed.

Now, Fayore was sure they were talking about her. Last week, Fayore has spotted a decaying flower. The girl couldn't stand to see such a pretty flower die, so she used her magic to bring the small flower back to life. Even though her mother tells her not to use magic outside the gate.

Fayore truly couldn't help but help the poor flower. Fayore was naturally a nature and fire witch, but her mother planned on teaching her in all elements and aspects.

"Why don't you take me! Leave our daughter alone and take me! I will go with you willingly, just leave my baby alone!" Rossi cried.

The burly and large men laughed darkly at the 25-year-old woman, "You are impure. Not good enough. The Five believes that what we are going to have your daughter test works best with pure blood and most other witches are in hiding."

Fayore had heard enough. Something in the child's mind was telling her to run back to her room and hide under her bed. But the other side of her was telling her that she couldn't leave her parents with these men. They were hurting them.

Fayore remembered a simple pain spell her mother had told her about. Her mother had warned the girl to only chant the words of the pain spell if she was in serious danger. Fayore used her mind and focused hard on the words.

"Poena doloris. Poena doloris. Poena doloris." Fayore chanted. All the heads in the livingroom snapped to her as the men began to crumble to the ground while holding their bodies.

She continued chanting as she stared at the three men. Fayore kept her gaze on the men and her chant going as she got ready to run over to her parents. Suddenly, her parents screamed and Fayore was roughly grabbed from behind.

A dirty hand clasped over her mouth harshly. Fayore was forced to stop her chant and cry out as tears filled her vision as the stranger held her. Fayore didn't like his hold. It was rough and unfriendly.

"Shut up, you little brat. It was quite hard to get you. The Five will be very pleased." The man holding her chuckled darkly. Fayore's beautiful blue eyes now had tears spilling out of them. She flailed around helplessly in the man's arms as her parents screamed through the gag balls that had been placed in their mouths.

Fayore screamed and cried as the stranger carried her to a black van. The stranger soon grew tired of the little girl's cries and he placed a dirty rag that was heavily doused in chloroform to the girl's mouth and nose.

The beautiful child did not know she was not supposed to breath. She breathed in the smell and continued to shout, but seconds later, her voice began to lower. Soon, Fayore was unconscious, in the back on a small black van, and on her way to what would soon become her own personal hell.

The only thing the girl still had to remember her parents was Fluffuls. The stuffed panda that she had strongly held onto during all her flailing.

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