Dembero

Since I was little, I knew I was a Dembero. The first time it showed was when I was five and my doll was hanging in the air above my head. My mother forbid me to ever do what I did again with fear in her eyes. Her warning scared me so much, that the power I had was almost forgotten until the day guards came for me. I had thought the power I used that day was just a dream until fear and anger brought it out again. The king wants all of my kind dead and I am now his next execution. I must somehow use this gift that brought me here to escape but I can't do that without help and what if that help turns out to be very close to one that wants me dead.