I told him. Not directly, but I told him. I can't cry, magic gets out that way, and that's one thing I can't show anybody. I need to settle down. Anger means magic, magic means destruction, destruction means death, and I don't want to think about what happens after that. After all, survival is key. I stood up and looked him in the eye. He's really tall, with eyes the color of fresh soil.
"So.... Are you going to kill me?" he asked.
I look harder. Then it hits me all at once. He is the son of the betrayer, but he has a kind soul. My dark magic was controlling me in a whole new way, and the thought scares me and saddens me so much it makes it harder for me not to cry. You see, I hate having dark magic. It takes over your emotions, which control your words and actions. I can't kill him. I won't let my magic win this time.
"No," I say. "But you have to help make the Hut bigger. I'll also teach you how to weave a vine blanket."
He looks relieved. I would be too, if a stranger gave you a lot of death threats for trespassing ... no ... more like coincidentally being trapped here, just like how I was. I truly hate being my father's daughter. Why was I born with magic like his, and not my mother's magic?
"Come on, let's go," I tell him. And then we start venturing an adventure I never thought I would have.
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The Girl with No Name
FantasiFirst, she was a beloved princess. Next, she was abandoned on an island, and no one remembered her name. 9 years later, she will have the chance to escape.
