The Wish of a Broken Heart
They say, "Be careful what you wish for."
They say, "There's truth to every story."
They say, "Karma's a B***h."
A heart's wish is a powerful thing.
But magic doesn't exist.
Or so I thought.
Now, a troll has found me.
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Cara
I can't... It hurts... Why? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough? What did I do to be betrayed like this?
I feel numb except for the gaping hole in my chest. The darkness starts creeping in.
I wish... Heavens how I wish...
Friday
June 13th
I don't know when, how, or why I ended up where I am, but here I am. As insane as it sounds, I am no longer on earth. I think. Maybe I'm dead. Or maybe I'm in a coma! One where I can feel a hell of a lot of pain and new scents are being created? Maybe, just maybe, I should have listened to Grandmother's crazy stories of magic in our blood and being careful what we wish for. They don't sound so crazy anymore.
All I know is I'm on the ground, can't move, staring up at an impossibly blue sky through broken branches of trees I've never seen before. That's saying a lot. Botany is my favorite hobby. I think I have internal bleeding from falling through the three-story tall trees like a pinball. My only regrets are knowing my Mum will be in a panic, won't quit searching, and my sweet American Pit Bull Terrier, Nimuë, fell through with me.
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Tavirian
Our laws are clear. If we find any creature wounded past the point of healing, we kill them. It's a mercy. We've gotten a reputation for being ruthless and cannibalistic because of it. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps, but not anymore.
I'm still a monster.
I'm on my ancestral pilgrimage to present the spirits with my potential brides. I'm not thrilled with my options. My mate is out there, but the elders are pushing me to take one of our Tribe.
When we come across a nearly dead, tiny human and her creature, I can't kill them. Especially now.
I can use the pilgrimage to save them for now, but I'll need help.
