Some people are born lucky, others are lucky to be born. I was neither. I lived in a small village with my parents. We were neither rich nor poor, but we were happy. My mother was a kind woman and my father taught me to be curious and open-minded. One day, a fire broke out in the village. Houses burned and blazed while everybody tried to flee in panic.
Unfortunately not everyone was able to get out in time. At that time I was still young, and couldn't remember their names or faces. After the victims of the fire were laid to rest, I was sent to live with my relatives on both sides of my family. Some were cold, some were kind, but most of them were the former. I was not their child, so how could I expect them to show the same kind of love my parents gave me? To them I was not a lovely child, a charming child, or a cheerful child. I was quiet and sullen, swam in ponds, caught beetles and bugs, and played with fallen branches.
I could see their disdain and distaste in their eyes and the way they spoke to me. To them I was a nuisance, just another mouth to feed. When a vase broke or a something spilled, I always happened to be nearby, and naturally they blamed me. I had a knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and eventually they associated my presence with misfortune. When finally grew tired of me, they would push me into the hands of another family who was just as unwilling to take me in.
In the spring of my tenth year, I moved for the fourth time to another set of distant relatives. They lived in the city, and by regulation all children above the age of five were required to attend the local school. The city was a relatively wealthy one, so they would teach the students how to use magic in addition to learning numbers and letters. When I transferred in, a quarter of the school year had already passed, and I was several steps behind in making new friends. By then the students already knew each other, leaving me the odd one out.
Although the isolation was difficult, the worst was yet to come. Months after I began attending, the teachers of the school organized a test for all the students to measure their magical aptitude. Most students did well in at least one or two areas, but I by some divine farce–failed every single one. I could not conjure a flame in my hand, I could not magically move objects, I could not even use magic to create a defensive shield. When the scores were posted I had the lowest score in the entire school, and everyone knew it.
This was when I started being bullied. First it was crumpled paper notes in class. Then it was dirt and worms on my desk. Eventually it came to throwing pebbles and sticks at me, until one of the better students in class got an idea. Instead of stones, he started throwing fireballs at me. I shielded my face with my arms and tried to run, but they kept hitting me. I could feel the flames scalding my arms and legs, and I clenched my teeth to keep myself from screaming. Finally the pain stopped when I heard the voice of a teacher yelling and coming closer to me.
He scolded the group of students who had thrown stones at me fiercely, and was especially angry at the one who burned my arms and legs. My mind was completely blank when the teacher came over and I couldn't speak when he asked me if I was alright. I was sent to the infirmary to recover, and all the students who were involved in bullying me were suspended. By some miracle, instead of my skin being scorched I only had a mild pinkish rash that stung all over where I had been hit. After I recovered from my injuries, I decided to leave.
When I look back I sometimes wonder if things would have been different if I had stayed, but would that have changed anything?
People would still avoid me, perhaps no longer bully me, though there were always more discreet methods. The children who were suspended wouldn't have a better opinion of me after what happened. In the end, I concluded that nothing would have changed. I would have continued living in the same situation as before, and I have no regrets on my decision.
"When all else fails, move on to plan B. And when that plan fails, move on to the next plan."
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Her God Powers are:
I. She can utilize spatial distortion to redirect attacks aimed at her to target something else.
II. She can create a paralyzing stasis field with a diameter of 30 ft on a person or a fixed point within her line of sight.
III. She is able to reverse the polarity of one's misfortune into fortune, or vice versa.