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This time, I go through every shortcut through the towns back home. Now I will not hide my face. Through my grief and rage, an inferno blazes in my path. People run from the streets, hiding from an impossibility. Because that’s exactly what I am, but now I won’t hide in the shadows.

Fleeing citizens dropped their produce and market goods. That’s how I find a ticket to an airship. It takes me most of the way, leaving about a two hour walk to my old home. The fire had died down, but adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Each step was closer to home, and whatever my vision meant. Just a few hours and hopefully I’ll understand my abilities. And, of course, whether or not my family is safe at home or not.

I push through the final pines and step onto the family property. Picking up my pace, I begin sprinting through the rows of trees towards the house. Smoke crowded the air, but I didn’t notice. Everything was almost in reach, just a few more steps…

An ear-piercing roar rumbled across the property, followed by the shattering sound of a window breaking. People in uniforms swarm the house as I hide behind an apple tree. From behind the house, I see a dragon over the short building. Its scales are pearly and its head nearly the size of the tree covering me. Men filed out of the house with blankets and random knick-knacks. My knick-knacks. The sounds of people struggling could be heard over the noise of a house search and a dragon yelling at her soldiers. Which is quite loud, if I have anything to say. The adrenaline from when I left the meadow returns if only to drown out any noise with the sound of blood thumping in my ears.

Vehicles approach the front yard, keeping their distance from the dragon looming over them. They were huge, massive boxes of metal able to fit at least fifteen fully-armed soldiers in the cab. Each was painted jet black with an ice blue stripe and symbols marking them with military insignia. The boldest and strongest of soldiers drag my family one-by-one into the vehicle entourage. I held in a gasp as I barely hear the commander. “Keep the restrictive gloves on, they could hold her magic too.”

Nothing provoked me more than the way they shoved Papa to the ground. My vision blurred in rage as another inferno came to life. Rising, I storm past the cautionary fence and straight toward the man who dared to push my father to the ground. Fireballs flew through the air and set him on fire in a blazing flame. A mistake on my part, his armor was fireproof. The entire legion turned on me then. And I did what I do best, ran from my troubles and into the forest yet again.

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