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The grass brushed my feet, the wind blow through my cloak, my hood faltered on my head threatening to fall off. I faltered in my steps, my hand reaching upwards to my head, grasping at the hood of my brown cloak. The wind swirled around me at speeds that I didn’t think was possible, making it hard for me to pull my hood over my head.
My light brown eyes squinted through the brown fabric that our mother crafted for me when we lost our home when the villagers forced us from it, thinking our mother was a witch, leaves and twigs swirled in a circle around me. My cloak fluttered along with it, I nearly got hit in the face by the oncoming twigs.
I raised one arm into the air, the sleeves of my white shirt blowing, leaves tickled my skin while twigs left little scrapes in my skin. I squinted my eyes more, seeing little black birds like crows hovering around me. Something was strange about them, even from this distance I could see it as clearly as an early morning fog from our cabin.
As the birds came closer to me, my light brown eyes widened as one swooped right at me, pecking at my arm hard enough to draw blood. I yelped in pain, pulling my arm back into my cloak, my other one fumbling with the charm around my neck. I pulled it out and raised it into the air, my eyes narrowing at the birds as they flew around a cloud of blackness.
They widened to the size of plates as the damn birds flew straight at me, yelping in pain and surprise as beaks assaulted my flesh, some drawing blood others not. I grinded my teeth as I threw up my arms, covering my face from the assault. Wounds covered my skin, blood soaked my clothing, my cloak got shredded in some places.
I cursed loudly in frustration, gripping my charm with such a tight grip, blood almost pooled in my palm. I raised it against the birds again, swearing loudly in anger. “Fuck off, you bastards!” My grip on the actual charm slipped, the string sliding around my fingers. I caught the strings with a tight grip as an idea came into my head, a probably bad one too.
Raising the charm again, I swung the charm around in a circle, slowly at first, but picking up in speed with each passing second. The charm glowed with a sea form color, faintly but grew with strength, something the birds noticed but didn’t take as a threat as they were more focused on tearing my ass to shreds.
But that sure as shit wasn’t happening, the bastards of this world had already taken my sister, my mother and my father but it sure as shit wasn’t going to take me. With a battle scream that could wake the entire world if my lungs would allow me to reach such a pitch, I brought it down on one of the birds.
If the wind could bleed, this golden yellow blood would stain my clothes and skin as I fought like a samurai from the Lady’s family tree to take down the wind gone wrong. The birds screeched with pain and fury every time I brought the charm from their version of hell on their fucking smug ass heads.
Yellow gold coated my hands and the charm I held, staining my clothes and skin like I predicted but I didn’t care. Tears streaked my face as my grief and pain from years ago came force, powering my adrenaline and my strikes to the point, I had become an unstoppable killing machine in a child’s body.
“DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!” I screamed, rage and hatred coating my words as the last of the birds came screeching right at me, beak open to cause damage. I sure as hell didn’t let it do jack shit cuz my charm went into the air then into that little fucker’s skull, ending this long fight.