Personal Narrative: Blood Red Seals

I was just looking at the blood red seals on my arms. Three in total one on each bicep and another one on my shoulder. Father explained that the one on my left bicep was magic that would collect and reflect the enemy magic that others used to attack me. The one on the right bicep would essentially allow me to copy others magic and make a seal on it for me to use any other time. The third seal, had five layers that would come off each time I used it. Causing harm to me, but also granting me greater power than normal.

I jumped up and down with joy at my new magic curious about when I would be able to use it. I heard the alarm bells ringing first which had direct contact with the royal army to come and aid us. Yet, that help I felt would never come in time.

Father yelled for me to run upstairs and hide in the attic till this blew over. However, I stayed at the stairway peeking out from the wall. People in strange masks barged into the house holding swords and spears. Father shouted at them to leave the house, but they simply threw a spear at him. Father threw his hand out and a circle of red appeared and the shield …show more content…
What made me stop was the horrible smell of the town that hit my nose. I opened my eyes and saw what had happened to all the other homes. They all were burned the villagers being dragged away with the clear smell of burning flesh in the air. I let out a scream of mixed emotions, anger, despair, and rage. I equipped my arm into a sword and rushed the masked men taking away my friends and neighbors. I don’t remember the rest of what happened that day, however when I woke up the village was decimated but people were still all around. The thing was they were all shuffling towards me. I stared in horror at the necromancer who had raised the entire village population left behind. So I ran as far and as fast as I could from the village never looking back. But, a small map tucked in my shirt to show me the way to Fairy