Hiraeth

I jab the ankle of my black riding boots into Veridian's side, making him gallop faster as we ride towards the forbidden yet forsaken river, Isilith, the same river where my story began.

It was a breezy night when the king's swordsmith, Wanker Zenthura found me floating on a small piece of an oak wood boat.

My belongings, which consisted of a hundred xarmas in a brown pouch, a purple cloak and a lavender stem, were floating on other pieces of the broken boat.

He pulled me out of the river and onto the riverland, grabbing my belongings in the process.

As soon as my small figure made contact with the wet grass, it glowed like a firefly inside an active volcano at night.

My birthmark, a small flame on the right nape of my neck, glossed over with a coat of crimson red and made my physique burn like freshly erupted lava pooling down the sides of the volcano.

Wanker burnt his hand trying to cool me down.

To this day, he still wears a glove over that hand.

He took a flame-proof cloth and wrapped me in it before putting me in his horse-drawn wagon and putting a tarp over me.

He adjusted the saddle on Blackfarie and got on her, riding her to his swordshed in Xandoracas, the only home I've ever known.

Or the only home I remember.

He took me to a small room in the workshop of the swordshed with a bed, a few cushioned chairs, a bedside drawer made of cherry wood filled with iron swords and a green and black ottoman.

I was at the age of seven so the bed was large enough for me to be comfortable in.

He put wood in the fireplace and lit a match, striking a blazing fire.

Once the fire had been lit, my birthmark began to glow brightly and my body levitated towards the flame.

A string of fire danced around me, twirling in between strands of my silver braids, making a path through my limbs.

Suddenly the string pierces through my heart, coursing through my veins and into my bones.

The burning sensation in my heart gives me life and breath.

I gave in to the temptation of opening my greyish green eyes, making myself aware of my surroundings.

I look to my left and I'm met with a pair of old yet mesmerizing hazel eyes.

The pair hold so much hope and love, it could fill every kingdom in this world.

That was the moment I knew,

I would burn the world and everything in it just to keep those pair of eyes alive.

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