Setting
"Am I really that bad?"
She looked at the bandages on her hands.
"And thank you, by the way."
"I was abandon when i was three, and lived on my own. No idea where I got the scar from, but your probably right. The water had burned me, not the fire. The burn mark on my face was from a tear. Do you know why?"
She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What does it say?"
She looked back at Cossette, confused.
"I cant do this."
The woman cried.
"Then I will,"
The man had replied in an angry manor. He snatched something from the woman's hand.
"I'm ashamed to have such a daughter."
That was rather offensive, thought Sorrow.
She crept closer, trying to see what he had. He held an extremely sharp knife. In a matter of seconds, he sliced at little Sorrow's neck.
He then exited the room, dropping the knife on the floor with the cold words,
"I expect you to finish off that mage, and get rid of her corpse."
The woman stood there with horror, as she lifted the girl from the bed, and laid her on the floor. She was still somehow asleep, but Sorrow wasn't sure if she was asleep, or drugged.
She gave her a strange medicine, then ran out of the room, carrying the girl.
Sorrow quickly followed the woman, curious to what she was doing.
They had reached the very forest she was left in.
She propped her against a tree, then took out a small pen, and wrote on the girl's palm,
Your Name Is Sorrow
The present Sorrow awoke with a flinch, and then turned back to Cossette.
"I know everything."
Sorrow answered without a doubt.
She stood up, and glanced at Cossette.
"You knew all along, didn't you?"
She asked.
Sorrow asked, looking around.
"From the snippets I've heard from travelers, shape-shifters are everywhere."
She gives Cossette a concerned look.
Sorrow said, looking around.
"How did you get injured? Or was it when the humans..."
She trailed off.
Announced Sorrow, taking the pen and paper.
"I'll do anything to get back at my Dad for trying to kill me."
Her voice sounded harsher when she said this.
"Wait. Do you think they'll recognize me?"
She asked, shaking the pen to make sure it wrote.
"Perfect. Here I'll send it," Cossette put it in the mailbox. "Let's go. We need to practice your abilities,"
Sorrow focuses on the sticks, and takes a deep breath.
She clenches her hands, and triggers all her anger. Nothing happens. She scowls, and focuses on the targets.
"Still nothing." She mumbles.