The Traisa

Chapter one

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Vivir

I stared out my window at the huge, vast forest surrounding my house and sighed. I've looked out this for what feels like hundreds, if not thousands of times. I practically had the view memorized from sitting here for hours on end, just staring at the trees, and I've been getting pretty tired of it.

For nearly 10 years I've been stuck here. For also most as long as I can remember, I have been in this house, ever since my powers started to show themselves.

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At first I had refused to go, not wanting to leave out cottage and all my friends and classmates. But my parents had forced me, they dragged me kicking and screaming all the way to our new house in the woods. At first I'd been miserable. I was only seven years old, and thus new house came with too many rules ; don't go far from the house, don't talk to anyone other than my parents, etc. But the most important rule was that I was never to use my powers, for the fear of someone finding out about me.

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Now that I am older I have realized that it's really not all that bad. I know my parents feel awful for making me stay here, knowing how lonely I get, and they do everything they can to try and make my life here better.

And now, though I still practice my magic in secret, not wanting to give it up entirely, I have learned to accept that it was for my own good to be kept in this house. After all, I was a Traisa. Teachers taught us to think of them as witched, and that's what I was now.

A witch.

I was still sitting by my windowsill, lost in thought, when I heard my mother's voice coming front outside the house,

"Vivir!" She called, "come out and get something to eat!"

"Coming!" I yelled back to her as I ran down the stairs. But as soon as I made it to the front door, I hesitated. What if someone else was out there? Anyone could have have maddie their way here by accident. This was a constant worry for me, and I hated it. Just because of who I was, if even one person from the village found me, I would be good as dead. They would call me a witch, and want me hung for my nonexistent crimes. But I took a deep breath, just like I always do, and pushed open the door.

I stepped outside to see my mother sitting at a little table, smiling warmly at me as I walked over to join her for lunch. She knew how much I hated being cooped up inside, so she often got us to eat outside. For that, I was grateful, it might scare me whenever I go to open the door, but I did love coming outside, especially on a day like this. The sun was still high in the sky, and we had hours of sun left.

The minute I sat down and looked over at the food, my mouth started to water. Before me on the table sat a loaf of buttered bread from the bakery, still warm from the oven. My favourite