"Molly! Don’t do that!" Grandma whispered strictly. "They’ll take you away from me just like they did to your mama!" I was sitting on the edge of my small bed in my small dark room. My lamp flickered making Grandma's face seem so much scarier.
Grandma was leaning against my door post; face as hard as stone, her know-it-all gray eyes staring accusingly at me. She was a tall, strongly built woman in her seventies. Her hair gray was twisted in a tight bun on the top of her head. Her face was wrinkled, showing her age. Her body, on the other hand, was wide and firm.
I looked at Grandma with innocent eyes, "I was just washing my face! I wasn’t doing anything…"Grandma's eyes hardened. "I may not be able to see your magic… but I know when you use it! I could see it on your face." She stared at me for a few moments more and a sigh escaped her lips. She walked into the room and sat beside me. She took me in to her arms and cradled me with all the warmth she could muster.
"I know that you need to use your power or it will go out of control… but not in these times and especially not when there so close. We're in a war! I don’t want anyone taken away from me… not again…" I felt a drop of water fall on my cheek, I dared not move, and I barely breathed. I knew she was thinking of mama.
I breathed in deep and mustered the courage to whisper, "Don’t worry Grandma, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be careful, I promise." She hugged me closer.
"Don’t make promises you can't keep," she told me. "Its late… why don’t you go to sleep…" She kissed my forehead and left the room.
I looked at my hands; I will never make Grandma cry again! I swore to myself before washing my face, crawling into bed and falling into a deep sleep. Not knowing that the promise I made myself would come true.
my dream I saw men in red uniforms, they were carrying swords and marching up
the road to my house. While they were marching' they chanted, as if they were
casting a spell. A few moments past as they continued they're way up the path,
and then all at once they stopped both the chanting and the marching. Not a
soldier steered, yet right in front of the procession a red glowing ball
appeared and was hurled in to the sky.
I sat up. I was in my bed. Its was just a dream, I told myself…. It was just a dream…!
This time I was certain that it was not a dream. Something was exploding and it was close. My body went numb. I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do, what to expect! I heard foot steps heading in my direction. Who could it be? What should I do?! If only my body would move! My body was locked in place from fear. All I could do is listen to the footsteps get louder and wonder if I would survive.
I started to panic. The footsteps were right outside my door. Maybe they would pass… Of course I was wrong. The door opened with no sound. I panicked and threw with all the power I could a string of harsh wind.
"Child, do not do that! You could have knocked me to the ground with that!" Nina, my mama's best friend, said forcibly. "Now get up and put on your robe! We need to move now!" as I pulled my robe on Nina grabbed a few of my cloths, my shoes and a box of my magic charms. "Out the window, NOW!" Nina ordered. I knew better than to refuse. I jumped out of my window and looked back to see my cloths and shoes thrown at me. Behind them came Nina.
"Put your shoes on and get your stuff, quickly! We need to move." I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my stuff. What's going on? Whys she so scared? I looked Nina over.
Nina, a woman that was usually so calm, was in her nightgown. Her blond hair was everywhere and her green eyes were wild. Her panicked looks made me all the more scared. I had a feeling that this was all related to the explosions. "Where is Grandma?"
She looked at me with sad eyes, "she's not coming sweety… no time to waste lets make a run for it!" Nina said. Her slim body sprinted towards the forest. I ran after her, not knowing what to do. I looked back at my house, my eyes widened. What I saw was not my calm loving home… I saw a building on fire with burned fields all around it, and a smell of burnt flesh drifting in the night air.
I started to cry but I kept on running, knowing that my home, my friends and my family were all vanishing. The place I called my home was in ashes.
My life was changed forever... and the Condemners where to blame.