Chia stopped eating and rolled her eyes at her mother. They'd had this conversation more than a handful of times, but her mother still asked her about it. Usually she said something about just not wanting to go, but today wasn't usual. Ever since her 18th birthday a week ago she had been feeling...different.
"Mary, why do you think I do that?"
Mary seemed slightly surprised that she hadn't given her usual reply, but didn't let it stop her from getting her explanation. "Don't try to redirect the questions to me, I asked you first you tricky little girl."
"Ah yes mother, you caught me. As your reward, I shall tell you." Chia got up out of her seat and walked to a nearby window. She knew that she was just flustering her mother more, but she wouldn't get what she wanted to know out of her by getting angry.
"You know about that lake that I like to run off to, don't you Mary?" she began, turning to her mother. At her Marys small nod and curious look she continued. "Well you may not be able to understand it, you being you and all, but that lake is...special to me. Every night it calls out to my soul. If I go to that lake and stand in it, it helps me free my mind, and it enhances my senses. It seems that the spot has healing and magical amplifying abilities. I've been doing some research on it, and have found that it lies on the point that ley lines cross on. Right in the middle of the lake."
Her mother seemed shocked for a minute before becoming serious again. "Young lady, don't even think of using those ley lines. You don't know what could happen, it may take away your magic, and that would end the family legacy. We still don't know if Anna inherited your fathers abilities, so for now you are our families last hope of carrying on the magic to the next generation."
At the mention of her name Anna fidgeted. Chia knew Anna didn't want to be the next to be used like she was going to be. Mary was going to try to sell her off to someone of power, effectively ensuring that their family legacy continued, that there was one less mouth to feed, and that she would get paid a hefty sum for her daughter. Chia briefly wished that their father was here and could calm down their mother, but he had left this morning to go off and fight in the new war, which only made Mary even more agitated that day.
"Yes, yes, dear Mary, I'll try to head your words. I make no promises though, as I do not know the future. Ever since my 18th birthday it seems to be attracting me to it. I can only hope that whatever the fates wish me to do with the lines that it will help and not harm me." Chia said, finished with the topic. She walked back to her seat, picked up her plate, and walked towards the front door. At her mothers calls she yelled that she would be back within the hour, and swiftly left.
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Having finished her breakfast on the way there, she waded into the lake, tossing the plate away along with her boots. She stood, once more one with nature, in control of herself. It was only when her mind finally sorted itself out that she remembered her words from the night before. 'Who was I talking to?' Even with her now cleared mind she couldn't find the answer.
She stripped out of her clothes and waded into the deeper parts of the lake. As she swam through the water, she pondered over why she felt so...empty. Her life was missing something, something she knew she could never really live life completely without: Love. The real reason she did not wish to be married was because she knew that she would be forced to marry one she would not love. She would die having never truly lived a happy life. She also knew that if she were to be married to a strict man, as she bet her husband would be, she would never have the freedom that she so craved, that she loved.
Chia spotted something shiny in the water and picked it up. When she came back up to get some air she almost screamed. She could have sworn she could see a man near the trees, watching her, but when she focused on the spot he had been at, he was gone. "Creepy..." she whispered as she scampered out the lake to get her clothes. "I was almost sure that there was a man, but..."