#rp: whither goest thou

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Whither goes thou?

Cold. Darkness. Hunger. Pain. 

These were the words which had resumed her existance ever since she was expelled from the family home through no fault of her own. If there was a sin of which she could be accused, it would be the one of being a psyker. But it had been an accident of fate, a gift she had received from her father who took the mantle of a Freeblade Knight and ran to where no one could find him.  He might have killed people with his powers either by purpose or by accident, but she had never hurt anyone during her seven years of life. At this point her mind was not filled with thoughts of causing pain, but of taking it away. 

On her lap rested a pup who had its leg broken by a motorcyclist who did not stop his path after he had run it over. Her heart broke when she heard its pitiful cries, and she took him to a secure location where she could heal it. The child was no stranger to metamorphosis. It was a process that she had subjected herself to when her powers awakened, but she had yet to use her powers to heal. But it still could be done, all she needed to do was to focus her mind outwards. She put her hands on the broken leg and ordered it to heal, and she felt the bones becoming whole again. Soon everything was back where it should be. 

The pup licked her face as if in gratitude. She put it on the ground and soon the both of them were playing the abandoned garden, but what she didn’t know was that that act of healing would change her life forever.

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