The curse— RP

Rose walked through the woods, her head racing with thoughts about the previous day. Was the girl that got burned at the stake okay? The other gifted ones were letting humans come near them? How many other gifted ones are there? It seems like new ones appear everyday in this forest. Rose took a deep breath and continued walking. She came out to clear her head but it had just made her think of new questions.
 
Saoirse lay in bed, almost too sore to move. She had wounds all over her body, and her bones felt cracked and brittle. After her mother had pulled her home, she used a spiked club to beat the child soundly, and then, because evidently that woman had some heart in her, sent the child to bed with no dinner. I wonder how she'd act if she found out I can walk in the air, she wondered. I'm not gifted, or cursed, I'm sure, but she'd still probably kill me. Those gifted people must have given me some of their powers.
 
Ash returned to find Clover asleep, leaning against a wooden beam. He smiled and put the herbs in a pile next to the dust. He went back out and clicked his tongue quietly. A golden bird fluttered from a tree and landed on his arm. He didn't know what it was, but he had been building his cave and the bird had just landed on him, so he'd been feeding it ever since. He called it Moth.
 
Rose continued walking. She was trying to focus on the sounds of the river she was walking along, and not on all the questions she had. She felt a bit bad, just leaving the burnt girl instead of going with the other gifted people and taking care of her, but she couldn’t go back. She couldn’t be caught. She needed to stay undercover. They wouldn’t stop chasing her. She knew they loved her, but they had a godawful way of showing it. Actually no, they didn’t love her. They loved the attention. Her parents deserved what she had done.
 
Ash stroked the bird and after a glance back at his house, started walking towards the ocean. He stood on the shore, his grey clothing blending into the night. He sat down and picked up a handful of sand, letting it slip through his fingers. I'm wasting my life, why should I hide in the woods like a coward...if I can make a difference.
 

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