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The country I grew up in... magic was a fearful thing. To know it, to practice it. It would send entire families to be executed.
I'd had a gift since before I was old enough to know what to call it. But my family, afraid as they were... they knew what would happen if it was caught. They didn't encourage it. But my gift kept growing.
So I was kept in a basement. My parents told people I was ill. Plague was going around, so no one ever questioned why I was never seen. Many assumed me to be dead.
...
[His expression grows distant.]
I remember a little latticed window near the ceiling was all I had. You could just barely see the people that walked by. The reflections of the sky, sometimes.
I'd had a gift since before I was old enough to know what to call it. But my family, afraid as they were... they knew what would happen if it was caught. They didn't encourage it. But my gift kept growing.
So I was kept in a basement. My parents told people I was ill. Plague was going around, so no one ever questioned why I was never seen. Many assumed me to be dead.
...
[His expression grows distant.]
I remember a little latticed window near the ceiling was all I had. You could just barely see the people that walked by. The reflections of the sky, sometimes.
Edited 2025-09-07 14:40 (UTC)
Nothing that bold.
They were just a child. They found me on accident, while waiting for a family member. [His lips quirk.] We both screamed the first time we realized someone was looking back at us.
But they weren't scared. They just... talked with me. As odd as I was. We sat there at that window for hours and hours.
And they came back. Over and over, just to talk. I was always frightened someone would catch us, but... they wanted to know so much. And when they learned of my gift... there was no judgement.
They thought I could do amazing things. They believed I was a good person.
They were just a child. They found me on accident, while waiting for a family member. [His lips quirk.] We both screamed the first time we realized someone was looking back at us.
But they weren't scared. They just... talked with me. As odd as I was. We sat there at that window for hours and hours.
And they came back. Over and over, just to talk. I was always frightened someone would catch us, but... they wanted to know so much. And when they learned of my gift... there was no judgement.
They thought I could do amazing things. They believed I was a good person.
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