The Silver Fox

Chapter 3: Annalisa

I am horrified by hearing such great pain, such great sorrow, that I am frozen stiff. It all goes by in a blur; the man screaming and about to tear his stitches, and the head nurse injecting him with tranquilizers. His brilliant eyes making contact with mine, just for a moment, and him slipping back into unconsciousness. In that one moment when our eyes met, I realized how handsome he was and developed a crush for him. I felt that one feeling that I had never experianced before; love. I feel childish that I don't even know him. This man that I rescued in the woods, was in a coma for a month, and when he woke up for ONE minute and I have a crush on him?!

Everyone mutters how he is such an inconvenience and that he doesn't deserve this good treatment. Others say that he might be a spy from King Tiun and that as soon as we heal him, he will run back and betray our new hideout.

I can tell that he is not from Tiun's kingdom because his horse could not be from that far north. When I talked to her, she said that the whole ride was flat, even when they were attacked. She didn't say any details, just that her master was not prepared and lost consciousness while she searched for help.

Just recently I discovered that my first ability has branched from healing to my second power, communication with other species.

Once my hair turned from blond to silver when I was five, the turning age, my parents decided to bring me into hiding so I wouldn't be taken away by the kingdom. Benies are either made a slave that exploits their power, or sent to a concentration camp. Ever since my dad's most trusted servent, Tuin took over Ranium, my family's kingdom, and became king, he has been looking for reasons to throw our family in jail. The fact that me, the daughter of Queen Jennifer and King Harold, is a Benizione! This is unthinkable to most because of how Tuin has presented Benys as to the public. He has made us seem like such bad people, dangerous to allow to walk the streets without handcuffs. The funny thing is that benizione means blessing in French. It doesn't feel like a blessing and more like a curse. If I could trade my looks and my abilities (both come with being a Beny) for being normal, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I make my way back to my room. Brown mud walls encase my feather stuffed bed. A beautiful  purple wildflower sits in a small handmade pot. A mirror that was salvaged when they fled is the sole decoration on the wall. A curcular woven rug of dried grass lays on the ground. 

I stare in the mirror, at the silver hair that flows gracefully down my back. The hair that alerts people that I am not a normal human. The hair that causes people, before they even know me, to despise me.

As I crawl into my bed, I fantasize about waking up one day, just as I did on my fifth birthday, to be normal again.