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Metamorphic Lights.

A short tale on the gifts that bind us/Fiction

By π™ΊπšŽπš•πš•πš’πšŽ π™³πš˜πšžπšπš‘πšŽπš›πšπš’ ☾Published 3 years ago β€’ 5 min read
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Metamorphic Lights- Short Story.

In a land that gives the gift of magic, There lives a girl- Someone with abilities beyond your imagination. She lives a quiet life, A solitary one- The type of life that people with an impossible mind pray that they can one day have.

She lives in a forest, Far off from the many villagers and prying eyes- Far away from the flames adorning the stake. Selene, That's her name and in any other story she would be called a witch, A hero, Maybe even a savior. However, In this tale she is just a girl trying to survive.

Her mind, It's one ruled by chaos and it's taken a good decade to get control over what she now calls her gift. For years before she had full control, Before she even knew she had been given these β€˜great’ abilities, She was attracted to the color green. She would follow it in all shades, Shapes, and Sizes.

To find a perfectly bright green leaf, Stumbling upon an unblemished pair- Admiring the moss on the trees that grow along her cottage. Green had called to her like a Siren to a sailor. It wasn’t until she reached the age of ten she discovered the magic that coursed through her veins.

Long Before she moved to her Cottage in the woods, Before she preferred to be left alone in peace and to hear the birds sing every morning as a wake up call, She lived in a small village of the name The Windings. She was just a child, With many a friend and family members to hug and adore.

Selene would play for hours with her friends and cousins, It seemed she never had time to be alone. Her closest friend, Kamila had been by her side for years- The latter had been gifted wondrous abilities, She could give life to those or things that had lost it.

The first time Selene had witnessed Kamila’s magic, They were only six and had been playing in the woodlands for hours on end. Selene had raced away from her friend, Daring Kamila to catch her- They ran for barely a mile before Selene had stumbled upon a Doe, She was just a little baby, Roughly the same age as the human girls staring back at her pained eyes.

Kamila had burst into tears, And Selene had done the only thing she could- She had given her friend a form of comfort, A hug- Something that must have brought an idea into the other girls mind because Kamila had wrapped her arms around the Does torso in a gentle embrace.

It only took a moment, Not even two for the deer to start breathing more deeply. It was an easy chain reaction, The broken bones the poor Doe had been subjected to quickly began to heal and it wasn’t long before Selene was pulling Kamila away from the poor animal.

A smile played upon Selene’s lips as her friend came upon her own realisation. Kamila had the gift of life- Something that for reasons both girls will never truly understand gave way to praise and hatred simultaneously.

On one of those days, Where Selene sat by her friend’s side as she saved the lives of countless animals, People, and plants, That the pair was approached by a woman who the pair had never laid eyes on even once.

For the last time that day, Kamila was called β€œEvil”.

They were told that her gifts were the powers of evil, That it was not her job to restore life to those who have passed on or were clinging to the living realm. The woman had pointed- A finger signing her friend's fate, She had exclaimed that β€œHer Powers Come From Hell.”

From the winding cobblestone streets of their village mobs came from homes and farms. Selene couldn’t be more terrified and worried for her friend's safety.

The words coming from the mouths of people they had known their whole life had evolved into shouts of weapons, threats, and pains.

β€œTie her up!”

β€œBring her to the stake!”

β€œLet her burn!”

All of her thoughts came in a panic, Fear that Selene couldn’t pick apart from the racing words bouncing around her mind like someone has thrown a ball against her skull and it repeats in an aggravating manner.

Selene could only think of the weapons people had wished to use against her closest friend- In that moment with all the anger and pain, All the fear..She felt as if she may implode.

Thunder and lightning raged from the sky, A green hue coming from the sky- An eerie ambience that creeped over each villager like a terrifying shadow. In a bright flash of green light, Ropes emerge- Not around the pair of terrified girls, But from them..From one of them.

Selene who had never been sure what power she may have, Or if she would develop one at all, had the gift of Metamorphosis, To bring something from her mind and out into the world.

With her own pointing finger, She throws a hand towards the confused mob.

β€œIt is not her who will wear these binds.” Selene can barely recognize her own voice- Not for it being tinged with fear but for it being laced with rage.

With every sway of her hand, Every point of a finger a vibrant green light would appear- In a flash, In a haze- It would be there..And so would the object she so desired in that single moment.

Instead of running, Instead of fleeing by foot- Selene allows just one more flick of the wrist behind her, And there behind her in the street was a horse of a truly different color, An emerald green stead to take the pair far from the villagers who demeaned them.

The pair did, They rode the horse into the woodlands- As fast as they possibly could. Kamila had thanked Selene profusely for the care and kindness she had given, For the protection.- And when the life bringer was done praising her on her bravery, She began to praise her on the miracle that was Selene’s gift.

A cottage in the woods had been built over time, Powers had been explored and developed. A solitary life it was, Except what fun is life in the woodlands if you live it all alone?

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π™ΊπšŽπš•πš•πš’πšŽ π™³πš˜πšžπšπš‘πšŽπš›πšπš’ ☾

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