The wolves were howling outside as the 2 full moons shine among them. I stay hidden under the comfort of my blanket and stay put. The moonlight illuminated my small bedspace, enough for me to see the door. Thunder accompanied the howling and my heart was pounding against my ribs. This reminded me of the time I ran out to my brother's bedspace. But now he was no more.
He passed when I was 10, when a devastating illness swept through my nation.
My brother. Lost to an illness.
I still remember when I used to silently glide through the halls to his room, and when he used to soothe me using his calm, gentle voice. So soothing it seemed unreal.
I was also a sufferer of the illness, but I was a survivor. Only few sufferers were able to keep their lives, but they were left with bizarre trails.
I heard that they had surreal abilities. But I never experienced the flow of energy before. They said they had markings. I don't. I am more casual than the rest. I try to blend in with the crowd, as the Barrage, want us gone, according to the Highnesses new rule.
They abuse us, torture us, burn us at the stake for the people to see. They call us abominations. A mistake to the holy world. My father tried to trade me in to someone else, but I ended that quickly. I assassinated my father.
It was all quick. I creaked slowly to his room and stabbed a dagger through his throat. He twitched and screamed. I felt good. Even though he stopped, I stabbed through his throat many more times. The anger and hatred rushing out. Before dawn, I was already on the run.
Now I am all alone, on the run from the Barrage, seeking revenge on us abominations.