“What..?” She said in wonder and then realized that Caym’s tail was turning red, but not like the smokey red that she knew. It was a richer shade of red and she never even knew that that was possible but realized that Caym’s eyes were turning the same color.
“What is happening?” She looked around and saw that everyone’s tail and eyes were beginning to slowly turn into different colors.
“How is this possible? Why is everyone changing colors?”
“I think it’s because we are finally back in a world with magic.” Caym said and grinned looking at his tail. Jinn just couldn’t believe it. She was always supposed to be this color? Caym grinned and said,
“Come on! I have always wanted to look closer at a tree! There are so many more than I thought there would be.” He raced ahead and started boggling at a tree that had sunlight pouring through its leaves. Jinn looked around and found Gren who had a rare smile on his face.
“Alright everyone,” he shouted, “we need to start making camp and start gathering supplies. We are going to feast tonight!” The small group cheered and began unpacking supplies.
Chapter one
Eowyn
Six months later
She ran towards the platform in desperation, trying to reach them in time. All of a sudden it was like her feet were glued to the floor, not doing what she was commanding them to do. They were brought to the platform and shoved down to their knees. Screaming, she yanked on her legs trying to free herself and stop the inevitable. The hooded figure walked what seemed like in slow motion up the wooden steps leading to the top of the platform. Tears streamed down her face as fell to the ground, trying to drag herself instead. She watched helpless, crying harder as the hooded figure raised the axe. Then all of a sudden, in a swift motion the axe came down.
“No!” Eowyn screamed as she bolted upright. With a shaky breath she looked at her darkened surroundings and realized she was sitting in bed at home. She tried her best to stop the tears but they flowed freely down her cheeks. With a wracking sob she buried her face in her hands, trying to push the memories that were floating freely in her head. It’s just a dream, don’t let it get to you she thought. With another deep breath, she wiped the tears from her face and looked around her room again. Her cottage was cramped but homey. It was weathered down from years of being exposed to the elements but did its job of keeping her dry. Everything was still dark outside her round window but as her eyes adjusted she could see the forest a lot better. With a sigh, she got out of bed and stretched, letting the rest of the sleepiness leave her body.
“Light,” she whispered and the small globes that were attached to the walls of her home lit up. There was a small dresser a couple feet away with a cracked mirror above it that could definitely use some dusting. She stared at her reflection for a moment. Her hair was short and light purple, messy from sleeping. Pointy ears peeked from under. Her skin was a pale green and she had watery blue eyes. But looking into her eyes she could see how much pain sat there. I can’t sit here and wallow in self pity, it won’t get me anywhere. I can’t show weakness, I can’t show the hurt. She walked towards her dresser and pulled out what she decided was good enough to wear for that day. Nothing fancy, just a simple long sleeved shirt that was a shade of dusty blue. To go with it, she grabbed some long black leggings and started getting ready for the day. Eowyn walked out to her living room but to call it a living room was a little bit of a lie, but it was easier to say than kitchen/living room/dining room. There was a weathered table in the middle and cupboards all around the walls holding from herbs to cups. It was fairly cramped but it was what she had to work with. Out of habit, Eowyn looked above the mantle of the fireplace to see where her mother’s weapons were perched. There were two big butterfly blades that were on display, resting on hooks that were drilled into the wall. The blades were curved and deadly and the handles had beautiful designs carved into the leather. Resting on the mantel was a blow gun and a box that was full of paralyzing darts. Her mother taught her how to use these deadly weapons with precision and skill so she would never miss her target.