The strong wind of the cold night spread the snow and rip the already few leaves of the region. The region is known as the forest of the thorns. This name came from the countless thin trunked thorny trees that permeates the forest. Even its bluish leaves has an irregular format that gives a air of danger and absence to the place. The chaotic and noisy environment contrast with the silhouette of a girl quietly and calmly walking towards the heart of the dark forest. As if the snow and cold didn’t affects her, she’s barefoot and wears only a delicate silk dress. The moonlight weakened by the clouds reflects in her face, revealing the subtle marks left by tears right below her eyes.
After a few minutes of walking, the girl stops near a small glade. As the wind blows her long silver hair to the side, she stands observing the scenery. In the glade, the entrance of a small cave blocked by a huge stone piece can be seen. That cave is already familiar to the girl, that is the place she visits every time she’s sad, that’s her refuge.
After standing for a few more seconds, the girl walks towards her cave. But she’s interrupted by the fall of a lightning. Because of the scare, she stumbles and ends up falling behind. Before she could even recover she is surprised again when she catch sight of something falling with a reddish trail of light.
[ A shooting star? ]
[ It can’t be… ]
As she focuses her eyes for a few instances, she realizes that the falling object is actually a person. Without thinking much about it, she stands up, rises her arms and closes her eyes. In a way as natural as breathing is for her, a warmth comes from her head and goes through her slim body until her arms. In the end, a turquoise blue glow emanates from her hands. She opens her eyes and the sorrowful look in her face is now gone and a stern and determined look appears instead. When the falling person gets around 20 or 25 meters of height the same turquoise blue glow involves it as well. The falling speed gets smaller and smaller until it finally reaches zero. The girl walks towards the person, and now gesturing with only one of her arms she brings it in front of her.
[ A boy?! ]
The silhouette is from a young boy with enormous reddish hair. It looks like it hasn't been cut for years already. His body seems extremely dry and damaged, as if he hadn’t eat for a long time. His clothes looks expensive, but it’s all ripped and dirty now. There are wounds all over his body and a deep stench of blood can be smelled in the air.
[ ...With so many wounds is already a miracle he still being able to breathe. Wait! If he fell from the sky, doesn’t it means he’s a “outsider”?! ]
Suspicious, she lowers herself and observes his ears. To her surprise, his ears is much different from her owns. She heard about it before but that’s the first time seeing it by herself. His ears are rounded and hers are keen. That’s one of the characteristics that distinguishes outsiders, enemies of her people. Now realizing it, she takes a few steps back and materializes a small bluish knife in her hand. Considering the laws of her kind, the natural to be done is killing this boy here and now.
[ That’s what I should do, bu-but… ]
As the girl discusses with herself what decision should she take, the boy finally opens his eyes and notices the girl presence. Extremely weakened, he tries to say something but his lips doesn’t respond in kind. Given the situation, she decides to gets closer and give the final blow.
“I’m sorry!” - She says with a pity look.
Crouching and about to stab the neck of the weakened outsider she gives him a last glare. His pupils doesn’t have any bright anymore, the color in his eyes already lost its saturation and value. They are now gray amd nefarious eyes. In that moment, as she was about to take the outsider’s life, a unknown feeling filled her breast. Ignoring that sensation, she continues with the act. In front of the imminent death, there isn’t even a signal of fear in the boy’s eyes. As the blade of death descended towards his neck, his sorrowful last words came out from his lips:
“Thank you.”
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