DISCLAIMER: I am extremely sorry for going over the limit, but once I started writing I just had to finish this story. It couldn’t be done in five paragraphs. Again I apologize. (Also warning: very very mild violence, but if any sort of cut, even in writing, bothers you, I recommend not reading this, because there is mention of that kind of thing. I AM SORRY. ._.)
I glance disgustedly at the scar carved into my palm. That scar is a reminder of everything I’ve done wrong– every mistake, regret, or decision. It most certainly isn’t pretty. The wound had drawn a deep line diagonally across my hand. When others have the misfortune to see it, they immediately look away, hoping their disgust would go unnoticed.
I had earned that scar two years ago, when I saw the village engulfed in fire. My adopted mother had told me to go pick some flowers. She knew of my curse, and I couldn’t do much else. Her voice had said clearly: “Go find some zinnias… maybe an amaryllis. Shower the house with color.” My 13 year old self had nothing better to do, so I set off into the fields looking for pretty daisies or traces of pinkish petals among the blades of grass. It had taken me an hour to collect 20 or 30 zinnias. I was disappointed that I couldn’t find a field of amaryllises, but it would have to do. On the way back, looking for any flowers, I smelled smoke in the usually clear, fresh air in the hills near my village. That struck me as unusual, but as an ignorant teenage girl, I passed it by, thinking someone must’ve been cooking dinner. It was almost 5:00 by that time. Besides, no one would miss me, not with my weird ability.
As I neared my home, I saw smoke in the sky– much more smoke than there should’ve been. I decided to run, my head filling with possibilities of unfortunate things– a house had caught on fire, the bonfire was starting without me, the village had been raided. The latter turned out to be correct. I could see the houses by the edge of the beautiful, calm and tranquil forest, but I also saw the flames rising into the air, burning and eating away at those small, comfy houses. The zinnias in my hand felt heavier as I began to run towards my home, wondering if my mother and my adopted siblings were alright. Suddenly, I noticed the darkly dressed men that were trying to capture or burn anyone attempting to escape. Realizing with a sense of panic the reason they were here, I tried not to scream as I ran towards, hoping no one would see me.
But it was just my luck that one of them would appear in front of me, choking me by the neck. “Now, child, where do you think you’re going?” asked the man, breathing in my face. I struggled against his grasp, but couldn’t do much but shift and twitch. Thinking it was the better thing to do, I said nothing. “You will answer me, little girl, or you will die.”
I cried out, hoping someone would hear me. “Mama! Luka! Andra!” The raider nervously looked back at the flaming village covered in ash and ember. No one answered me. Never had I felt so helpless as that. In the hour I leave, my mother and three siblings are lost in the fire… The man tightened his grip on my neck and I could barely breathe anymore. My throat felt restrained, limited, injured…
“Quiet. Now–” Out of nowhere I cried and kicked the man in the stomach, his blade driving into my hand on accident as I ran past him. Trying to ignore the surging pain in my palm, I sprinted as fast as I could, my breath hiccuping as I gasped for air. My head did feel a bit dizzy… was that from running with an open wound? Before I could find out, I collapsed.
There were beautiful trees above me. Dark green leaves growing from the branches, little patches of the sky in the foliage… Suddenly I sat up, remembering the fire, but someone’s hand stopped me. Feeling alarmed, I tried to wiggle away, but I couldn’t. I was lying in some sort of makeshift bed made of the softest material I had felt in a while. It was more cozy than hay beds my mother had prepared for me.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I found you bleeding in the dirt last night and I tried to fix you up. You’ll be fine for now.” Confused, I slowly turned my head to see a girl, about two years my senior. She had shiny, silvery hair that flowed down to her waist. Around her forehead was a band weaved with blue and gray threads. Her eyes were a pretty mint green.
“I’m Luna,” continued the silver-haired girl. “What’s your name? You can trust me.” My throat still hurt from the man’s grip. I tried to force my name out, but the words wouldn’t come. I shook my head in defeat, about to cry.
“You can’t talk?” asked Luna, glancing at me pitifully. “That’s fine. You can write it out, if you know how.” She held out her palm, and it occurred to me that my hand had been cut. I looked at my left hand. It was bandaged. Only that made no sense. The curse… “I tried to wash it, but it seemed to heal itself,” Luna apologized. “Your hand… it filled the wound with crystals when I tried to run water over it. When I touched the crystals, they crumbled.”
My curse. I could only let myself drink liquid or it would crystallize. It had made me an object when I was little– people who wanted to adopt me to take my jewels and sell them. But when they touched the little rocks, they caved in and were destroyed. My real mother was accused of scamming. But it was my fault. All mine.
I glanced around at the hazel trees around me, and realized: I could start my life over. I could be a different person.
Silently, I began to write a new name on her palm. H. A. Z. E. L.
“Hazel? Are you alright?”
Reality floods back to me as I look over at my best friend, my rescuer, standing in the room beside me. How long had I been thinking for? Luna glances at me worriedly, but I nod my head to say, I’m fine. Yet as I do this, I think of everything. The scar. The curse. The fact I haven’t spoken in two years.
Nothing that caused them could ever happen again. It’s all in the past.
In the past, to be forgotten…
Well I just did that. I am sorry, again, for going over the limit… :P I tend to write too much or too little, one or the other. It’s my own fault for getting points taken off I guess XP