I stared at him with sad eyes; my tears continued to flow down my cheeks as the rain beat down on me. He must have used some type of spell – the water not daring to touch anywhere near his body, leaving him dry.
His silver eyes stared at me, holding much wisdom in them. He glanced at my soaked appearance, a frown forming on his once expressionless face.
I didn’t reply to his call, only turned back to face forward. No words could describe how I felt— the desolation and self-pity I’d buried in my very soul had finally resurfaced and raged for salvation. I knew Magnor could help me— save me from my hopeless outlook on life.
But again, I was tired of asking. If the strong desire I felt within myself wasn’t enough to prove my bullies and enemies wrong, that I wasn’t some weakling who’d be a nobody for the rest of her life, then I’d never achieve that level of ambition.
I opened my mouth to speak, knowing it would be in vain.
“Everyone looks at me as if I’m nothing...a nobody. A hindrance. I bet just looking at me makes them cringe in disgust. Every day is the same. Every moment I attempt to look at the better side of life— and my worth and how this too, shall pass. The day ends off far worse than the last. I’m tired...so tired of this. Why won’t anyone listen? Why do I continue on this unknown path of life if all that is left for me is pain? I go to school to be shoved and abused and all the teachers ignore me. I finish school to be pushed in the corner and suffer the onslaught of insults, followed by more kicks and punches. I limp home to an empty house...with not even one person to share my agony with.” I trembled as sobs took over me. I hung my head low, crying my eyes out.
“I miss Mama and Papa. I want to be loved...to have friends. Yet, no one wants me.”
I lifted my head to face him, glaring.
“Is that not enough of a resolution to be trained by you? Will I ever be worth your guidance? Or am I nothing to you too...” I whispered, trembling in place.
If he deemed me not ready, I would accept my reality; that I’d never be good enough for this world.
He took a step forward— followed by another. Within a few long strides, he was facing me. Whatever barrier that shielded him grew in size— stopping the rain from its hard decent against my pale skin.
I lowered my head, closing my eyes as I readied my heart for the same set of words. Instead, his hand rubbed gently against my drenched hair.
When was the last time anyone had rubbed my head? To show an ounce of affection instead of inflicting pain.
I lifted my hands to my eyes, crying harder while I sobbed. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into an embrace.
I didn’t hesitate— crying my heart out. If this was the last time I’d have someone to listen to my cries, I’d let every tear fall. I’d let go of all the pain that piled up from the years of abuse and hate. The world would feel the sadness I’d locked inside my soul.
When I shed the last set of tears and my whimpers softened, I pulled away, looking up to him for his answer. He gave me a small smile while his silver eyes softened.
“You’re ready,” he whispered.