"I don't really remember a time before having my powers... I don't remember much from from when I was young, I know my parents loved me, despite it. I was taken from them when I was just eight years old." It had been horrible, she remembered her mother crying, the threats to her family if she did not go with them. She had received word, from an aunt or some relation that her parents had died of some sickness or another two years ago. The workhouse had been kind enough to even let her have a day of rest, to mourn her parents. After that she had no more hope, no chance of being taken away from that life. Yet here she was, free at last.

The sticks poked at her feet, the blackened bottoms not hardened against the rough forest floor. Her berries were finished and she wondered where their next meal might come from. How much did the guards care about the two of them? Enough to follow them to the next town? The town after that? How long before they could be safe from capture.