They got me. By the stars they had me. They'd surrounded me, all I'd wanted to do was keep them away from my father, he was sick, so weak he could barely stand. I didnt mean to hurt them, I just got angry. Then they surrounded me and all went dark.

I woke up groggily to a headache and pitch blackness. Concentrating, I conjured a little flame, like a candle, and saw I was in a dungeon cell. The door was heavy steal, I pounded my free hand on it, but it didnt do much good. I put out my little flame and sat on the dirt floor, sensing down with my gift, trying to find out where I was, and who I was with.

The End

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