Exiled

Enya's Story

Have you ever felt so empty, that death seemed like a kinder option than continuing on in your miserable existence? Have you ever been so numb that the days, weeks, and months just start to blur together, causing you to lose track of everything that once mattered? Believe it or not, that was me—once upon a time. Before I met Altiair. Before I learned to let anyone in.

Growing up, I was a pretty happy kid for the most part. I had loving parents, the freedom of being an only child, and a wonderful circle of friends. By all accounts, you could say I had the perfect life. I was privileged, wealthy, and carefree—living in a delusional bubble of joy that I thought would never burst.

My oddities did most of the work in me being so popular. Then first one I ever received was Levitation, pretty self explanatory—but I can freely lift or move objects or myself through the air without physical contact. It requires intense concentration and is on the more rare side, so I'm still mastering it.

My second oddity is Healing, that one is apparently an oddity that runs in my family—also self explanatory. I can heal wounds and cure ailments through the use of magic. It's tricky because you have to channel the life force within and around you to restore vitality.

When I heal, I visualize the injured areas, feel the flow of energy, and weave the tissues back together. It demands skill and compassion, but I'm also still learning it. If I master it enough, I could potentially bring someone back from near death, that's rare though.

Lastly, I have Cognitive Intrusion, an oddity I gained after meeting Altiair. It's a fancy way of saying I can tap into someone's mind with a simple touch. It's very unique to me because I can see whatever I focus on in the form of a vision—a very vivid vision. It's like I'm intruding their mental and taking complete control.

Because they were so hard to master, I didn't believe in myself much. I often think about my mother's encouraging words "Enya you are so special, and I just can't wait for you to see it for yourself."

My dad would always say that I was his biggest blessing, filling me with pride and joy. They always said I'd help save the world one day. I don't know if I believe that though, because when it came down to it, I couldn't even save them.

My parents were well-known in the supernatural community for their work hunting evil witches out supernatural beings they preyed on humans. They were heroes, love by many but also targeted by dark forces. It only made sense being that they stopped a lot of evil from being done, of course it made people want them dead.

I remember one ordinary evening—family game night, just like any other. Joy and laughter filled the air until it was shattered. Those same evil witches that despised them, bursted through our doors and the chaos began.

My parents put up a good fight, they gave their all to protect me, fighting more for my life than their own. I tried to fight alongside them but I wasn't strong enough yet, I was just a kid. Weak and feeble, not worthy of the praise they constantly gave me.

They stabbed both of them with swords and made me watch; I couldn't look away. The blood and the loud agonizing shrills of my parents still echo in my mind. My world went deafeningly quiet.

What made it even worse was how causally the evil witches left, with no worries at all about the trauma they had inflicted on an innocent sixteen year old girl. I couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't attacked me, even when I was trying to fight them off.

I felt so much guilt for not being able to save them.It felt like I failed them completely.

To this day, I see the smiles on their faces as they slipped away, confusion swirling in my mind. I knelt beside them, tears streaming down my face, whispering, "I'm sorry for being so weak... I'm not even strong enough to heal you. I guess I'm not special afterall."