• Came out of no where, spir of the moment, type deal.


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    Small, short gasps came from her throat. Her eyes were speckled with black spots. The legs that once supported her so well collapsed under her. Ashy red hair was damp with sweat. Tired, too tired, that's what she felt like. Bone tired, like she could sleep for a thousand years, and still have that sleepy effect on her. But that wasn't what caused all these problems to her.

    Someone was strangling her.

    The small, pale cream colored hands groped for something to grab on to. The large hands wrapped around her neck were where they first went to. Her long fingernails dug into the dark skin, but she got no reaction. She could feel herself drifting away, losing the fight for consciousness. Panic rose through her chest and something zapped through her hands. She was dropped to the ground. Her head cracked on the cement ground and she finally lost herself to the blackness.

    Her name was Keychain. Keychain Pure Innocence. A strange name indeed, but her mother had a weird name, Icy, and her grandmother had a decent name, Rose. It was known to the family and everyone around them that the females always ended up having names with how they were born. Her grandmother was red and rosy, like all babies, but the color stayed with her forever in her cheeks. Her mother was cold and withdrawn, throughout her whole life until she experience the miracle of giving life.

    And Keychain got hers for reaching out and grabbing her mother's treasured necklace of an old, rusted key and wanting not only that, but the thin silver chain that held it around her mother's neck. Thus giving her the name, Key-chain. However, no one knows how she ended up with the two connected. Something was erased and changed on her birth certificate. Not that she minded so much. No matter how strange her name was, people outside her town admired it. Not only that, but the dark red hair that flowed down her back. It made her bright blue eyes stand out. The dark red hair was always confusing to try and describe. It pooled down like soft red silk mixed in the inky black pen ink. People didn't notice her in her town, but if she left it behind her, people would turn their heads and bodies just to get another look or two at her.

    It wasn't just that either.

    Magic flowed through her like rivers flowing down a mountain. She had her own street permit, so she was allowed to dance in the streets with the magical colors bending around her body as she manipulated light all around her. As long as she didn't preform during the night, she was safe to use her magic.

    But people figured out in the town. It was forbidden in her small town, Minnostone. She wanted to explore the world that wasn't where she lived, where she was born, but wanted to live and breathe the magical air. She didn't belong among the humans. Accused too much of being a witch when she really was a sorceress, no longer did she feel the need to stay. She ran. She ran as fast as her legs could take her, and she was faster than most people. Genes from her father, people would say.

    The damp is what woke her up. She lifted her head, a small throbbing rattling through her temples. She could barely open her eyes without it worsening. Fingers dug through her hair, finding something dry and crusted. Not letting them linger, she pushed the thoughts away about what it could be. Her hands then went to the ground and she pushed herself up, no matter how bad she felt.

    The cavern was dark. Keychain came so close to making to the vortex that she could feel the warm breeze coming through and changing the chilly temperature in the haunted like cavern. Only someone had grabbed her. She looked at who it was, and looked away. Her powers grew each day, and when she was threatened they poured from her body. He tried to kill her, and she sent shocking lightning through his body. In the end, she blew him apart.

    She stood her feet. Brushing away the dirt, she examined herself. Small cuts and welts ran up and down her bare arms and hands. Her once full white shirt now was streaked with green moss, brown dirt, and maybe something else. Now there was a rip in her jeans. No longer did they look brand new.

    Keychain scanned the area for her bag. She had thrown it during the struggle. Hidden in the darker shadows, she saw the red bag resting on a spike coming up from the ground. She walked briskly over to it. Grabbing the straps, she heard a loud tear noise and flinched. Instead of using the straps, she had to now hold it so that the long line wouldn't burst open and drop everything she found needed and wouldn't give away where she was going all over the ground.

    Her sneakers splashed through a puddle. Quickly, she made her way to the portal.

    And vanished from the surface of the Earth.