Crashing somewhere against the ground, I try to hold in my screams and reduce them to hysterical tears. It hurts, it hurts so much, my body is so cold but my face is running with warmth. Pitch black, everywhere is a burning, painful pitch black. Grasping for whatever I can, I slip into the water-filled mud.
"B-Brewbrt... BREWBRT!" I cry like a child as my ears are overwhelmed by the noises all around. Barely getting to my feet, I cluelessly run and fall as my lower half hits what must be a wall. Rolling into the mud, I use my magic to go back into the sky. I try to feel for my feet and land with them facing down.
"This isn't the target!" a man goes as I aimlessly throw my arms about with sparking desperation.
"The Lady-Heir...?" a man questions and I jump at the suggestion. Metal moves against something the wind starts to change.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I scream as I go into the sky again, hiding amongst the clouds as long as I can. But, with the pain getting to me, I start to rematerialise. Realising my fall, I convert my body one last time to hit the ground safely. Water splashes around with the weak scent of my magic mixed into it.
It splashes rapidly as I start to curl in on myself.
"STAY AWAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!" I scream with all I have as I become lightning until the bubbles no longer can be heard. Two bodies drop to the ground and the smell of disgusting burns chokes up an already blood-drowned nose. My ears and ability to feel for magic is all that is left... It's all I have right now.
Trying my hardest to read the environment around me, I quietly stumble to a place I hope is hidden. Brewbrt wants me to go somewhere safe, he'll find me and... Footsteps come near and I drop to the ground. A weapon comes loose.
"What is going on out here?" what I hope is a rural accent goes.
"GET BACK IN HERE YOU IDIOT! WE'LL CHECK ONCE THE STORM PASSES AND THERE'S ACTUAL DAYLIGHT!" a farmer thankfully roars as I come stumbling out into the open. I slip and fall, scraping my skin all the way down until I splash down into water. The clouds rumble and I grab what I can to get onto the less drowned land. Slowly, I make my way up the slippery road until I can grab a post.
Heaving up and around it, I roll barely before getting up. What must be a gate enters my grip and I unlock it, stumbling through a muddy field and falling down repeatedly. I cry as the pain becomes too much for the moment. Clutching over, my hands cover my eyes barely as I become acutely aware of how muddy I am.
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Every blink makes me want to scream and the rapid swelling is only making things worse. I need to find somewhere to rest, somewhere I can focus my magic inwards. Anything to dull the pain, please, I need to... Shaking as lightning cracks, something squelches the mud and I run.
How close is the next fence, how far is the most immediate hedge!?
Running into something, I move around it, and come banging up against what I hope is a barn. Banging on the doors until I find the lock, I zap it open and stumble into the closed-roof shelter. Animals make their noises and I move to the closest feeling of warmth I can. Anything to remove this so blatant cold everywhere else on me.
Falling onto my bottom, I cry some more as my fingers carefully hold their position before my destroyed face. Calming down however I can, I try to influence the magic across the glasses-width space to heal it some. The pain barely dulls and I only end up feeling weaker. Something opens the barn door and I scream as I hear someone rush for me.
"GET ME A CLEAN CLOTH!" a young man roars as he carefully picks me up despite my protests.
"LET GO! L-LET GO OF ME! LET GO!" I screech to no avail as I am without magic to fight back.
"Shhh, it's alright, we're going to help you!" the young man goes as we enter the rain once again. Warm shelter greets me quickly and I am rushed to the nearest chair as heavy footsteps go off all around me.
"Oh no... By the gods and goddesses, what happened!?" a mature woman asks as a door clamps shut behind.
"IT HURTS!" I cry as I shiver from pain and cold.
"FOR GODS SAKE BOY, CALM HER!" what I presume to be the father roars from a modest distance as my hand is taken up.
"It's alright, you're safe." the young man reassures me as the warmth around my eyes is wiped away.
"Brewbrt... Brewbrt!" I go as I try to get back up.
"Sit, Girl!" the woman orders as the sound of scared little girls ship in fresh water and cloth to wipe the blood and mud off with.
"I need to..." I moan quietly as I continue to contort painfully as the welcome presence of clean water only agitates the wound.
"Old man, your cabinet!"
"Ugh... The cheapest!" the father groans before a weak, but still magic-afflicted bottle comes closer. Tentatively reaching for it, my hands are put down and I hear fumbling about. It comes to my lips and what is normally unbecoming of me becomes desperate chugging. Every drop of the strong liquid is painfully swallowed for every bit of magic it can give me.
It's barely enough for anything and I start to go limp as my jaw slacks.
"Boy, guns, now!" the father goes as clearly someone appears out there. Unfortunately, it is more likely a group gathering out there. A group of those people, the men trying to kill us out of nowhere. What have I done...?
Someone is trying to stop me from finding Mother!
"Mother... Brewbrt..." I weakly go as I start to feel a more welcome darkness other than this excrutiating pain I have been experiencing non-stop.