Taken away

“We were born to be the leaders of our world!”. Those words were in her mind, again. She was walking to the only well in the village where they lived in – a place so dry that the trylons had to walk miles to get to it. It was silent and hot and there was no sound of any animals around. The weigh of the bucket made her angry and got her thinking once more about how degrading it felt. She used to be the beloved princess of her people and her father was a powerful man who lived on the dark side of Arix. The trylons of that village knew she was an outsider and every day was long and painful for her. All of it felt humiliating, as if that place wasn’t meant to be her home.

Voryx was pulling the rope with all her strength but the bucket was so heavy she could not breathe. The air in her lungs would come in like a fire every time she was in a rage. She hated that sense of disability, the fact that her emotions were always overwhelming and would transform herself in a thing even her could not recognize – it was terrifying. Her brother was totally different. Narix was always prudent and even his voice was calm, his manners were similar to an old man. How come twins could be so different, she would never understand.

The bucket finally reached the edge of the well, and the water in it splashed on Voryx’ dress. She then pulled the bucket out, but missed the step and fell on the sparse and yellow grass. Voryx was all wet - the water once in the bucket was now all over her body. After organizing herself, she then stood up and filled one more bucket with water. On the way back to the village she felt hungry and tired. The kids in the village were not allowed to eat before doing their chores. If you were assigned to a specific task, you should do it before welcoming the ‘always shining star – Koly's village was always under the warm light of the sun.

A mile away from the village Voryx heard some noises. People were screaming, disturbing the silence that used to reign in that place. She didn’t know why, but there was the need to run. Leaving the bucket and moving as fast as she could, Voryx then reached the village. Her eyes could not believe what she saw – Narix was surrounded by the tall men from the alliance and had a restraining object on his wrists. “Forgive me, Voryx!” - yelled Narix. His voice sounded so different from usual, covered in despair. Voryx started to run, stumbling on the sharp pebbles she encountered on the way.

Narix and the tall men just vanished in front of her eyes – just the usual thing Trylons from the capital would do. “Narix!” - Voryx yelled so loud, the taste of blood in her throat. Resting wasn’t a choice anymore.