Burned | A Fairy Tale

Revenge

I continue to plot my revenge against the invaders. We rarely get new people to help because of what they did to us. I will burn them like they burned our pride, our goddess, and me. The invaders come from a place now known as England. It is a land of heretics. They can not even say what their beliefs should be, yet they thought they could tell us ours. I will burn that country to the ground. I will find the children of those who hurt us and hurt them worse. Luna sanctioned this holy act, and I intend to carry out what she sanctions. I will bring balance to this world. First, I have to speak their heretic language. The syllables are clunky and awkward. It is nothing like my native tongue. My native tongue flows like the river. That was also abandoned

I ran back to my room to pack my black uniform and tell my father about my plans. 

"Father, I am going out on another mission," I said into the empty white room. He was nowhere to be found. I searched the crowded halls, but it was to no avail. He was gone. Luna had no idea where he went and neither did anyone else. I went to my room and slammed my door. I fell to the floor. My long hair spilled onto the ground around me. My shadows tried to get out, to lash out at something. I held them back. He left me as everyone else did. There is no trace of him. He is gone. I guess he was more like my human father than I thought. I picked myself up, packed my clothes, grabbed my English book, and left with my eyes full of hatred. 

I finally made it to England in a small town called London. (At least it was small back then) I did not know English that well, so I had some strange looks from these monsters when I was trying to find Ave Maria Lane. (Which I kept pronouncing laney) English is truly a very disgusting language, which I suppose suits these people. 

"Dey," I muttered under my breath. Die. I was finally able to get these Christians to give me directions. I thought my usual dress would have been alright, but these people wear clunky and tight clothing. I am surprised they can move. 

I  finally make it to Ave Marie Lane and see the school. (A/N I don't know if there is an actual school on Ave Marie Lane. I don't live in England) It is made of cobblestone and wood. It is bigger than the schoolhouse I went to when I was young. Then again, it has probably been burned down and replaced with the church of the hateful God that allows the followers to burn others. Even though I do not wish to go in, I must. I must gain their trust, then destroy it. 

The schoolhouse is not as magnificent as the hall, but it is not the worst. I found this officey room and went in. 

A lady at the front greeted me with, "Oh, are you a new student?"

"Yes, I Val, of Viken," I replied. Her smile faded a little, then it regained itself. Her voice found a new strain.

"Yes, the Viken people have nice clothes, I see," she tried to act friendly. "Hold on a little while I call someone to take you to your class." She ran off quickly. I told you, these people have no courage to face what they have done. 

After a while has passed, a young female came in and looked at me with barely perceptible disdain. I do not know if it was because of my clothes, or me being Viken. Probably both, to be clear. 

"My name is Mary, I will show you to your class," she said quickly, then moved her hand in a weird way. I looked at her. That motion was never taught to me.

"Follow me," she explained. I nodded. We then moved through halls with doors and numbers etched next to them. They were impossibly smooth. 

"What scribing tool was used to etch those numbers?" I asked her. She looked at me like I was stupid. 

"A regular carving tool"

"But I have never seen one make such curved marks."

"Us English have learned to do better than crude markings" My shadows almost slapped her, but I stopped. Of course, she thinks they are better, they all do.