Magic is hard to come by
in this world. There are those who are born with it and others who kill to get
it. I am different. I wasn’t born with magic and I certainly would never kill
anyone for it. I grew into my magic or maybe it knew I needed a friend.
I was home in my family’s hovel
or more specifically my corner of it. I have been picked on all my life and
once again I was wishing I could shrink up and hide. Suddenly I grew a tail,
fluffy ears, and fur. I shrunk down to the size of the flowers outside. I had
turned into a mouse. It…was…lovely. I played on the few dolls I owned. I made a
tent out of my hat. And when my Mom called me down for supper I found I could
change back quite easily.
I
was eight when I first learned that I am a Shifter. I’m now fifteen and in the
words of my mother, “You’re an old maid, Kira. You need to get your mind out of the clouds and learn to talk with
people your own age.” I know that my magic is a gift that should be kept
secret. I know that if anyone finds out that the magic just came to me one day,
I will be locked up. I was never part of a group. My family is one of mockery
in our village and I was friendless from the start.
I have heard stories explaining
why we are a laughingstock. Tales of each generation running from war, others
of our fall to poverty, another tells of a murder my grandfather committed
before he went crazy from losing his son. Because of these stories my family is
always watched and so I must always watch my back. My Shifting ability has been
kept a secret even from my family and I plan to keep it that way.