Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3: Truth
blossom was outside playing with her siblings, but her eyes set on the skies knowing she'd be meeting up with rye soon.
The sun soon hit the highest point. Beaming rays of heat on to her skin she felt its essence graze her body it made her feel strong. She snapped back when her mother yelled for her. "yes mama!" she called back speedily heading towards home.
As I approached the house I saw my mom standing with my dad and maybe it was just me but felt the shift of air and the thickness of the situation to come. "what is it?" I asked a bit nervously. My parents looked at each other then back at me. "Me and your father are concerned about your recent disappearances during the day." my mom starts off. to which my dad continued "and with the blood witches getting more violent and stronger by the day" my mom then picked up the end of his sentence "we think its best that you should know the truth"
i looked at them confused "truth? what do you mean?" My dad sat me down as my mom grabbed a book off the shelf, its cover caked in dust and cracking at the seams. I knew this had to be something serious, otherwise that book would have stayed on its old shelf. "Long long ago this tribe was established by a great spirit, one of kindness and prosperity named shaywa helping all that passed through, people across the lands came here in the hopes of finding peace and healing. Soon a village was born here! all under the rule of the spirit learning its ways and as a token of the spirit's kindness, it gifted only the most honorable recipients its powers. known as Spirit bloods, soon it became controversy among the village, the people who are lesser called the unfortunates, amongst them was a man called eskera a man of great hatred and evil who thought it was unfair that Spirit bloods had all the power, eskera made it possible for the unfortunates to have ability of their own, to which, blood witches were born, their spirits corrupted, carving a power that couldn't be salvaged. A great war arose and this once peaceful village was torn apart, as the war came to a closing Shaywa grew weak so did her warriors Spirit bloods were dying out only a few remained which fled into hiding, as Shaywa's last defense she created a barrier from the blood witches, her final breaths being drawn as it was sealed. as far as Legends say shaywa is still here granting those of pure heart her gifts." my mother closed the book as a long sigh escaped her lips. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "blossom you are a spirit blood." my dad responded. "what!" I exclaimed. "The elders are growing weary, they have foreseen a war approaching one beyond our worst nightmares. You are our last remaining Spirit blood in this tribe." my dad explained. My mother took my hands. “You have a power beyond this moral vile, you feel things hear their voices, it's the spirits, it's the way you feel the earth beat, the sun shine, the wind whisper, it's essence, her essence coursing through you.” My mother's voice was in awe, her hand squeezing mine in reassurance. “Blossom you are something extraordinary.” She spoke so softly I could barely hear her over my heart beat. “I want you to have something, it's a medallion, from every chief to the next it is said to hold the last remaining pieces of shaywa's spirit.” My mother laced the medallion around my neck, fixing it to lay in the center of my chest.
my eyes fell to my chest, my hands trembling over the medallion, I didn't know what to think, everything was jumbled in my head."I was a spirit blood. I am going to be our last remaining hope– there's going to be a war!?"my mind tripping over itself, my heart pounding I felt light-headed I was going to pass out. "blossom with you now knowing this information me and your mother think it's best that you start your training which means your coronation will be moved up to next week" my dad interjected. Like a chemical reaction my words exploded, “Wait what!?” "this isn't fair your spring this on to me all of a sudden, you tell me there is going to be a war, and I'm the last hope for Life in this village, you're doing it again you're taking away my choices my opinions, MY FEELINS, I'm just 16, and now I have to fight a whole war!" I exclaimed, my voice shaken. "blossom this isn't about you! God you're so selfish and so absorbed in your story that you don't realize we're about to lose everything!!! you are such a spoiled insignificant irrelevant self-absorbed brat that you can't see past your own two feet! you are disappointing this family, you are disappointing this tribe but as long as you get your ‘freedom’ you don't care, do you!" her father stood up infuriated. In reaction my mother came between us trying to calm my father. "You know what I'm done with this family, I'm done with you, I'm done with all of it, this tribe, you want to lock me down in a cage, and tell me I'm selfish I’M SCARED! I've always been scared, I don't know what I'm doing! I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask for any of this. I want to be a kid, I want to have my own life.” My voice barely above a whisper by the end. “I don't want to fight in a war. I don't want everybody to rely on me when I know I'm going to fail them." For the first time in a while my father looked at me differently, he saw me, his little girl who had been crying out for him, for someone to see her, to hear her tears, her fear, for once he understood– but it was too late I was done hoping, I wasn't going to let this be my story.
