atebus
She was such a brave child. Her parents had fled the country, but she...she stayed behind. Her fiery hair billowed behind her has she stood on the hill. The city burned with the last embers of a fire set by those who wished to destroy her.
Every time I think about it. That dang thing just seems to reappear right where I had it a moment ago. It's as if the thing just won't leave me alone. I don't understand why this...wand won't just disappear. I don't want it! I don't need it!
It was crimson with a long winding end. It was knotted like a tree branch, but without the splinters. It was smooth and shined like diamonds in the sunlight. Her fingers gripped the end of it with urgency. She was needed and there was no time to get to where she needed to be. This wand, this stick, was supposed to get her there, but so far it hadn't done anything, but rest between her slender fingers. What a waste of wood.