A few minutes or a few hours could have passed
when I stop running. I find my self in a clear patch of grass and I don’t hear
the mob following me anymore. I lie down by a tree and try to calm down. Soon
my paws turn back into hands and I sit up as I am back in human form. I look
around and I recognize where I am. Sadly I’m closer to my village then I
thought I was. If anything I’m two miles out.
I need to come out with a plan. Where can I go?
What will I eat? Can I make it in the woods by myself? I am not paying action
to my surroundings when I should. I hear footsteps but it’s to late to run. A
few moments more and I see whom those footsteps belong to. In a questioning
voice I look up at him “…Fife?” He leans down and puts his hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t know how you got that magic but I do know that you don’t deserve to be
hunted like this. I’ll be leaving town in a day or two I can help…” His voice wavers
and stops when the men of my village catch up with me.
Otis is at the front of the pack
and has a coil of rope in hand. He is at my side before I can even try to get
to my feet. Fife is pushed to the back of the crowd and my hands are tied in
front of my body. Another length of rope is used as a sort of leash. Otis turns
back to the crowd and motions for someone to come forward. I gasp as I see my Father
and I try to stand up. I’m yanked back down and land with a thud.
My Father nods to Otis and bends
down to be next to me. I flinch when he finally looks me in the eyes. “Honey,
who did you kill to get this magic?” I can’t believe my ears and he repeats his
question before I answer, “How can you think I’m capable of that kind of evil?”
“Well you certainly weren’t born with it.”
“I didn’t kill ANYONE”
He
shakes his head ant turns back to Otis. He hands my leash to a random person
from the crowd who looks pleased to be a part of the ‘action’. I can tell they
are whispering about what to do with me. I hear words thrown back and forth
such as: message, jail, and The Nobles. My Father turns and runs back to the
village. Otis comes and takes the leash from the random man. He looks sad that
he lost his moment of glory. They lead me back the way I had came. I plead
knowing no one will care, “I don’t know how I got my magic but I swear on my
life I didn’t kill anyone to get it.” Otis jerks the leash and turns around. He
is still walking as he menacingly whispers so only I can hear, “I don’t care if
you killed anyone, made a deal with a Dark One, or had magic all your life. You
are not wanted here. One of The Nobles are coming in a few days and you will be
locked up. Like you should have been long before now.”
I
stumble along with wide eyes. I use the same low tone he used, “Why do you hate
me so much?” Smiling like a mad man he says, “I don’t hate you not really. You
just don’t fit in. You are an aberration, someone who doesn’t belong.”
By the time we get back to the village a cage
has been set up specially made for me and The Nobles have been messaged. Otis
throws me in to the cage made of leftover wood. My leash is tied to one of the
pegs so I can’t run away. I can’t take it anymore I shout out, “I could just
transform you know!” To my surprise my Mother walks up to the cage. She leans
in but speaks so everyone can hear, “No you won’t. You won’t transform because
if you do you will be hurt or killed. It is not to your advantage to do that.”
Tears leak from my eyes, “…Mother” She cuts me off, “I am not your mother. You
are not my daughter. You are a freak.”
I
sink down as far as my leash will let me. I cover my face in my hands and cry.
Mothers worn their children not to get to close. They laugh and get as close as
they can. Some grab long slender sticks and poke me. Women pass and shake their
heads. They talk with my Mother and Father and try to console them. Men check
to make sure I can’t escape. Soon all the adults disappear and get ready for
the arrival of one of The Nobles. I am left to be entertained by the children
and with all my might I wish I had killed someone to get this power. At least
then there would be a reason for them to do this to me.