I wiped at my face angrily, hating the tears streaming down my cheeks.
Pure signs of weakness.
It’s all their fault, with their dumb traditions and their dumb rules and their dumb requirements.
I’m SICK of it. I’m worth more than this. I want more than this cage.
Traditions were for before the crater. Before everyone died. Not that I liked my family’s ideas any more then.
“The Keeper’s family heir, your fiancé, may be dead, but it doesn’t change that you still need to marry – and to a wealthy family. Now more than ever! We must give the families hope again. We will outlast this mass witch extinction.”
Many find me spoiled. I am after all, the oldest. The heir to the Whitelight witch family. I’ve been raised and trained to be a proper lady, ready to do anything to uphold the family strength.
I am supposed to be a beacon of hope and strength and unity. I must become someone who vanquishes all foes, marries to make alliances and produces many children to further the powerful Whitelight line.
Guess what? I want none of that. I never have. I don’t care if that makes me an ungrateful brat, I want to explore, I want to live, I don’t want to be tied down! Before the war, my mother was telling me about a holy mission she’d been granted by the most powerful witch alive outside of the families. A destiny, a search for a man with White-eyes. Someone rumored to hold incredible power over the fate of all supernaturals.
Now THAT sounds interesting! Intriguing!
My parents are dead, all that’s left of my family are a few determined advisors who are trying their best to manipulate me into a mascot position.
Nobody wants to say it, but the witch families are gone. The crater war hit too hard. Too many died. The era of witches is over and trying to revive the families and the power we held over world politics is a futile endeavor.
So this is my elaborate f*ck you.
This is the start of my story.
And it starts with me taking my family’s prized possession. I’m the true and only heir. I may be abandoning ship, but I most certainly am not leaving those power hungry devils with the power to time travel.
No one should have this power either way.
It’s driven people insane. People who thought they could change the past.
My mother told me she would’ve destroyed it if she could. But this was an ancient relic that aged to nearly the beginning of time.
I stood for just a few more seconds, before solidifying my resolve.
It’s hard to leave home, but it’s an empty shell that’s holding me back now.
I will carry the heirloom and keep it hidden. I will carry on my mother’s given destiny.
I will make them proud and carry on the Whitelight name. One way or another, we won’t be forgotten.