Child of Revenge.

Years have passed since the traitors took our homeland and destroyed it. Years have passed and the rulers of our destroyed kingdom still refuse to do nothing about it.

They tell us to lie low, keep training and going about with our normal activities. I couldn't blame them.

The attack was a shock to all of us, most especially the leaders. It shook them down to their core. It baffled everyone and left us all speechless.

How could a week and defenseless human kingdom defeat us, the strongest magical tribe of all lands.

Not only were we defeated, we were sent out of our own land.

Our own land!!

I was eight when my village was attacked killing my parents and leaving only me and my younger sister left in our family.

I am eighteen now and I want revenge.

I don't just want it, I need it.

I need revenge because while some idiots get to sit down in houses and eat dinner with their parents well and intact, I scavenge for food for me and my younger sister while mourning my beautiful mother and wonderful father.

Mother was a fire power. Whenever I try to light up firewood to cook, I always remember how she'd tease my sister and I with fire dancing on her hands. I remember how she would assemble the firewood, say some words and the firewood would get hot immediately.

I miss seeing her red hair and dark eyes. I miss seeing my father floating in air with his wind powers, I miss the times father would carry me and my sister into the air while we stretched out our hands like birds as if we were flying.

Humans took them away from me and I wanted them to pay.

I don't need revenge for my parents alone but also for my unborn son. After the attack, we were so little in numbers that rulers made a decree that once a girl turned sixteen, she was supposed to go to the town hall and lose her virginity to a man she barely knew just so she could get pregnant and our population could grow.

After two years, I am finally pregnant for a man I barely know. The cheif's son, Arile and I hated it. The only thing I care about is that I don't want my son to come out of my womb and serve humans. I want humans to serve him and that's what they will do.

"Mari?" My younger sister, Tili calls and I look back.

"What are you getting worked up about again?" She asks and drops the bucket of water on her head to the ground.

"I'm not worked up and I thought I told you not to go out to river by this time?" She laughs.

"Don't lie to me, Mari. You're just like mother. Whenever you are sad, your hair falls and when you're angry your stands and the tips start to smoke which it's doing now."

Tili is fourteen years and in two years, she'll be sixteen and then she'll have to go through what I did if I don't do something quick.

"It's just the baby." I lie.

Tili frowns.

"I'm not stupid Mari, I know what you and Zuúl are planning tonight and it's dangerous. What if you get caught?"

"Tili."

"Don't Tili me, I'm worried. What if you leave and never come back?" She starts crying.

"You aren't even concerned about your baby. Don't you want me to be an aunty?" She keeps crying and I swear under my breath that I was going to kill Zuúl for telling her.

"The baby will be fine Tili, I promise. This is just something that needs to be done. The youths of Mkane are tired of waiting for something to be done. We want to take the first steps of change and hopefully, others follow too. "

"Mari, what if the elders are laying low for a reason?"

I scoff.

"They've been laying low for like ten years now. Tili, this isn't your battle to fight but for you to enjoy the end result."

Tili stops crying and cleans the tears from her face.

"I love you Mari."

"I love you too, Tili."

We hug each other and I start cooking our dinner.

Soon, Mother and father will get the justice they truly deserve.

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