Cassiopeia Claire Alistair
Location: Cassi’s Home – Chicago, IL
Skills:
At first, I typed out the one time a village attempted to burn me alive, but that’s probably too intense. Which wasn’t all that hot since I put myself in a protective bubble, which didn’t help the townspeople from seeing me as anything other than a witch. I delete that and go with the next best thing.
Dragon fire I say simply. His next message comes through, and I sit back up again. Wayland stretches out, grateful I’ve moved, but he neglects to leave the pillow completely. I cross my legs under the cover and ponder Nic’s question.
I’m self sufficient with everything. I’ve saved myself, worked, and provided all my basic needs all my life. My life when I was still a child, a teenager even, was not what you see today. It’s hard to explain since life isn’t like it was for me when I was young. I send the message and think I’m finished when I see glowing eyes in the corner of my room. They are higher than a cat should be and there’s nothing in the corner of my room for a cat to be standing on. The corner is dark, darker than normal. Behind me, Wayland wakes and stares at the corner, but he doesn’t meow or puff out. He just stares like I do.
It’s a rare occurrence for me, a vision from the past. I’m not the type of sorcerer who experiences these often, but when I do, they're powerful. This one is no exception. It’s a vision that brings back painful memories, and I find myself unable to hold back the tears. My vision blurs, and I reluctantly tear my gaze away from the past, back to the present on my phone.
I’m selfless because I feel guilty. I sacrifice because I need to.
