A long forgotten memerory flows into my brain. One that was buried deep within my mind.

……………….

There was a knock at the door, a loud one. It was so unnecessary aggressive. I covered my ears as Mom went to open the door.

“We’ve came for Emily Sinclair.” A deep voice says.

As she opened up the door she filled with fear, I could see it in her eyes. She began to step out the door but then looks back at me and my sister Dom. “Goodbye.”

“Mom? Where are you going?” I asked, tears were dripping down my face forming a river of tears. She stepped back over towards me and Dom .

My mother kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” Her heart seemed to break into a million pieces as she talked.

I move over a couple feet to see what lies outside the door. guards , royal guards. They stood tall waiting for Mother to finish what she was doing. Each guard wore the same exact thing as well, apart from a few badges. The guards at this event wore a formal black jacket with a tail. They wore pants with a belt that held a sword on their side. They also wore black work boots.

She looks over at my father who seemed unfazed by the whole event. Almost as if he was happy.

She walks out the door with her head down, tears fell from her cheeks and onto the grass outside as she left.

My father shuts the door. “Filthy witch,” he mutters just loud enough for me to hear. He looks at us then says, “Filthy witch children.”

…………

I open my eyes to see Dom filled with concern in front of me. I was laid on the floor in my house

I must have passed out again.

I breathe heavily as my mind fills with rage, not only for the guards taking away my mother, but for my father. My father must have sent us to the orphanage soon after.

I feel the forbidden magic flowing through my body as if it was in a fit of rage as well.

“Are you okay?” Asked Dom.

“No.” I replied with rage.