One
The sun was setting, casting long shadows onto the land. Stars started to scrape themselves across the sky. People hurried back to their homes, locking the windows and doors. Drapes covered up the windows to block out the world. Candles were blown out as nighttime finally settled. A small figured stepped out into the shadows, hood flipped up as they jogged down the street. They made their way towards the edge of the city, looking around them frantically before scaling the wall and dropping over to the other side. Their bare feet dug into the soft ground, leaving faint footprints as they ran. A few times they stumbled, catching themselves against a tree before continuing on their way. At a small clearing, stood a small house. It was lit up with candle light.
“Who’s there?” They flinched, staring at the now open door.
“It’s me,Father.” Gripping the edge of the hood, they flipped it down.
“Trevor?” He rushed forward, grabbing into their shoulders and shaking them a little. “I was worried sick about you! You know the city doesn’t appreciate woman like you.” She laughed a little bit, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“I am appreciated well enough.” She watched the disapproving look form onto his face. “Not like that, Father. We don’t need money just yet. If I remember correctly we have a month's worth if we use it sparingly. I stayed towards the richer side of the city; there’s more respectable people there.”
“Come inside, can’t have anyone seeing you here.” She cringe a little but followed him, pulling off the cloak. “How’s the city been?” The door was cold against her back. His eyes were soft yet his body posture stern.
“It’s been fine I suppose. People have been locking themselves up more.”
“Well, winter is arriving.” She nodded a little bit and looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes.
“I guess it’s time to start putting on boots.” She paused and rocked back on the heels of her feet. “So I saw this girl while I was in the city.”
“We aren’t going through this again, Trevor.”
“Father, please. I have my own life! I need people in my life!”
“I said we aren’t doing this again! You know exactly what happened the last time! They killed your mother!”
“She’s different! I’ve seen how she works! Father, please.”
“I said no, Trevor! Now shut up and help me make dinner!” A lump formed in her throat as tears threatened to spill over the rim of her eyes. Trevor hung her cloak on a hook and took the armor off of her arms, letting them hit the floor with a clang.
“What are we making?”
“Trevor-”
“What are we making, Father.” He heaved a sigh, dragging his hands down his face. Once again, he had been too harsh. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed firewood.
“Show me your magic, Trevor…. It’s fascinating.” The creases in her palms slowly laced themselves with a vibrant white before bursting into flames. It cast shaking shadows in the room. Looking back at her father, he stared in amazement as he watched her irises burst with a blinding white.
“I’m leaving after tonight. I plan on looking for some extra money.”