Raging Runes

over to my other side, away from the blinding sunlight, those rock-hard foot pillows were hurled straight for my head and the god-awful stench of wet moldy feet hi

almost forgot the life she had before now. She was after all the wife of the commander of the Fifth Arc, Jerome Sinkette, my father. And she fought by his side, from the day they were united until the very last battle, the one that claimed his life. The Last rebellion. "Violet Sinkette, daughter of the Order of the Sphinx, that is no way to talk about the Most Revered guardians of the Holy Runes. And do you think that your father would

eastbone. I looked up at my tangled silvery hair and wondered why I wasn't like my brothers. Their rich and fiery auburn locks that would look like tongues of fire when they stepped into the sun. Instead, I was left with my pin straight pale, w

k. And then there was me. I stared at my pale and ghastly skin. Stretched over my skinny bones. My eyes, were also a

p all the bullying and teasing I faced in school. Those awful kids would call me Violet Darynem because I did look a lot like t

stepped into the midnight black gown that my mother laid on the bed for me to wear. It was such a beauty, with its ruffles and silver sequins. As I zipped it close, it snug tightly against my body, re

e!", I listened silently as the Royal Magi yelled at my mother. She was a short and petite woman. I could not see her face because of the red hood draped over her head. Her arms were thin and very wrinkled. Her olive skin had turned dark brown from her many years in the red sun and her voice sounded more like a raspy croak. I was so distracted by the sight unfolding before me tha

s and all three Magi took a cau

gi couldn't

me at her birth that she had a rare genetic disease that cause her to lose pigment in her skin and

es that haunt our existence. She looks nothing like you!" She glared at me as she spoke to my mother. I began to feel my temper rise within me. I had had enough of this unfair treatment. And who was she to speak about look when she looked no

and walked as confidently as I could to her, delib

s widened in horror at the sheer pain that seized my body. From the corner of my eyes, I could see my mother calmly standing there, hands clasped in front of her. Why wasn't we trying to save me. The Magi grabbed me

s back in the spring fields for my 7th birthday. At Red Lake Park. He gave me a piggyback around the lake as I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Happy birthday princess",

My feet sunk into a

darkness I can't see anything. My hands quickly reached for

neck. This woman really was strong for her age. She plunged her fist into my chest again! How many times was it possible to die? I never knew that I could die even in death! But this time it felt different. It felt cold. So icy cold. I felt like my entire body was freezing slowly around her fist in my chest. Though her fist felt hot. And looked like a boxing red hot iron, the cold o

in pain. Howling. The other two Magi rushed over to her to help her. As they lifted her off

me in what looked like

u insolent child!", the

spew into the white snow. Which meant that this place must be real. The three Magi disappeared from before as I lay in the