If I couldíve wished myself away, I daresay I would have.
ďYour highness, your majesties, Iím flattered. Truly I am, but I donít think Iíve made myself clear, you see, I donít use my powers anymore.Ē I pushed back one sleeve to show the tattooed mark on my left wrist. ďI canít use themÖbecause I donít have them.Ē
Quiet gasps rose up from the courts. ďI told you this wasnít a good idea!Ē Princess Gwendelia rose from her chair and swept to the doors. Her piercing gaze zeroed in on her brother. ďThe next time you propose to waste the courtís time, think again, brother!Ē
Prince Leonís blush was mirrored on my cheeks as I mumbled polite phrases and stole away to my chambers.
The Prince and I had been very good friends. I wanted to help him so badly. But there wasnít anything I could do.
Itís no use fussing over what I canít help. I shook my head to clear it and reported to the archery fields for practice. After my superpowers had left, Iíd taken up arching as a hobby.
When youíre used to throwing flames from your fingers, itís hard to be Ďnormalí again. Itís harder when you know that the one, who took them away, is the same one threatening the kingdom.
I donít want to fight anymore. Iím tired of it. Iím fed up already with the arguments that women canít be in combat, Iím living proof.
Our enemy is Dremlack. Heís the only holder of the most powerful dark energy known to our people. He captured me to take my energy and turn it black. And so I wouldnít forget, he marked me with angry black scrolls around my wrist.
A great shout goes up from the castle walls. It seems Dremlack has returned to torture us with his dark presence.
I begin to run to the castle, but things happen faster than I want them to. Flames engulf the towers as stones rain down from the stormy skies.
My feet refuse to move as my world is overrun by darkness.
How dare he? How dare he ruin all that I have spent my life struggling for?
Something is welling up inside of me and I donít want to understand it. Pain erupts in my veins coursing through my hands to emerge as white fire.
The black scrolls are erased as my energies return to me. In one powerful blast of freedom, I will myself to right this wrong.
Dear God, please, take me.
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