Alex.J.Cobalt

“I can’t do it,” Felruza slammed her fist against the table. Why was it so damn hard? Why could everyone else do this one simple thing and she couldn’t?

“It’ll come,” her mother said from across the table. Her voice was gentle, it always was, the opposite of her innate power which was creating fireballs from her hands.

Everyone had their own gift. Every single person Felruza knew.

Apart from Felruza.

“I’m cursed,” Felruza cried against the table, “the gods don’t want me to have powers.”

“That’s not true, Felrz,” her mother said, gently wrapping her hands around Felruza’s, “you’re not cursed-”

“Then why don’t have I have a power? Even Rulat has powers,” Felruza spat her younger brother’s name. He had discovered his power, talking to animals, that very morning.

Everyone had a connection to the earth, a blessing from the Gods, apart from her.

“I’m cursed,” Felruza cried. She was cursed, that was the only thing that could be the reason. Her mother might protest, but she didn’t know the truth.

She didn’t know Felruza had offended the Gods, when just a child. She didn’t know the words whispered in Felruza’s ear, whispering the demise of her life and her village if she did not acquire to their demands, to take on the curse of the island, to hide it secret.

“You’re not cursed, Felrz,” her mother said, kissing the top of her head gently, “it’ll happen, one day.”

Felruza cried into the table, knowing that was not true.

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Alex.J.Cobalt is a fantasy writer from the UK. When she’s not working away at her fantasy novel series, she posts free flash fictions on her website, along with regular blogs about writing.

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