(TO BE REWRITTEN SOON)
𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺.
Born out of sadness and despair, demonic beings known as "Outcasts" seek to corrupt human souls, posing a threat to humanity's innocence. Raia Allen, a remorseless warrior and healer...
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A scrawny little girl in a white tunic dress leans against a window and gazes up at the vast canvas of dazzling blue and blinding light. The clouds float in the air like marshmallows, filling her with gentle promises of a better tomorrow.
Maybe the next day will be different.
Her shoulder-length purple hair waves around as a gust of wind sweeps through the window. Her eyes sparkle when a flock of birds flies through the infinite canvas of the afternoon sky. Their lovely wings slash the silver linings of the cloud, sending her jolts of momentary freedom.
Freedom.
The sound of the door creaking and footsteps tapping softly on the hard surface break Raia's reverie. Another girl a few inches smaller than her joins her in gazing at the distant hope.
The clouds in the sky split up, and a bright ray of sunshine pierces through the cracks, showering them with blinding light. When the girl lifts her arm to shade her eyes, Raia spots a red line near her wrist.
"You're hurt?" she asks.
The girl lowers her hand and looks at the small cut on her arm. "I tripped."
Raia places a gentle hand on the girl's arm near the red line. Before the girl can say anything, the little wound vanishes. The girl blinks twice as she looks at her arm, then tilts her head to one side. Her face brightens as she rubs the blood from her skin. She gapes at Raia.
"How did you do that?" she blurts out, but Raia is leaning against the wall, cradling her head.
"It hurts," Raia whimpers, but the girl is too excited to notice her discomfort. She glances up and her eyes land on the girl's arm. "Y-your wound disappeared?"
The girl vigorously nods. "You made it disappear, how cool! I had no idea you could do magic. I should inform Ms. Alvarado of this. Maybe they'll be pleased if they find out about your magic. I'll be right back!" She hurries out of the dorm before Raia can say anything.
Raia clenches her small fists. "Maybe."
But the change she was hoping for tomorrow turned out to be a nightmare. A nightmare she could never wake up from.
***
"Raia." A soft voice echoes in the distance.
"Master?" Raia mumbles in a hoarse voice, still trapped in a deep slumber.
"Raia."
Raia's eyes flutter open, and she finds herself staring into deep brown eyes filled with worry.
"Raia, thank God you're awake." Sonnet lets out a sigh of relief. She leans away from Raia and sits on the seat next to the girl's bed. She's dressed in a crimson coat, with her blonde hair wrapped up in a bun.
