Untamed Magic

A fictional fantasy story

The fog lifted over the top of the rolling hills, forcing Janell to accept the violent destruction of her magic. Bodies, bloody and mangled lie scattered, polka dotting the countryside.

Her hand flew to her mouth as a tear trickled down her cheek. She knew her magic was powerful, it’s why her parents had sent her away, but she never imagined she could cause so much death at one time.

She wanted to turn away from the bloody scene before her, but her eyes stayed fixed on the destruction. Blank faces stared back at her, their hollow, lifeless eyes looking off to distant places.

On wobbly legs, she walked forward, stepping over an arm that was ripped from a body and deeper into the horror her magic had caused. She stepped over the corpse of a man holding a pitchfork in his hand. He had been an innocent victim, a farmer, simply trying to provide for his family.

She inched backward, tripping over another corps she fell to the ground. Her eyes locked with the blank stare of a middle-aged woman, and she scurried backward as fast as she could on her hands and knees.

This close to the ground, she couldn’t avoid the blood as it seeped into her clothes and covered her hands. Her breath caught in her throat as she spotted the pigtails of a little girl. She crawled her way to the…