Chapter 1: Zinnia
Jet black eyes opened with a flitter, frightening sounds busted through the small log she'd found in the woods. She crawled out slowly and stood up, brushing the clumps of dirt and moss off her shirt slowly, rubbing her aching knees. The girl was named Zinnia. She looked around curiously, this wasn't what she saw when she woke up every day. She turned her head, and looked for the small stream that she'd gather a supply of water from.
The girl allowed the black wings she carried along her back to open after twelve hours. She was sitting inside a small area: The Field of Violet Trees. The smallest civilization ever to settle. The next group was The Field of Blue Trees, and finally The Field of Black Moondrops. Zinnia poked herself along gently, passing the usual. She wanted to get away from all that stuff. She was meant to be along the right path. Taking flight she sighed happily, aiming to look at the same thing every day. In the morning, she flew up in the sky to say hello to the sky and the world. Later she'd go and sit on the log, looking at the stream in the dense thick green forest. At night she'd fly around aimlessly, hoping to see some animals. Same thing every day. It was really boring Zinnia.
Every since her trainer had gotten sick and died, everyone was less lively and she had no lessons to learn magic. That was all she ever wanted. She was supposed to be the lightning goddess but with no training how was she going to take the job? Nobody was going to help her, Zinnia was alone. "I'm never going to find another master at lightning." she whined landing on her feet, her wings folding. It wasn't fair anymore, no one would help her. It didn't feel good to be alone in a world where a war was going on between three little places within a place. The Field of Black Moondrops was her ally, but she wasn't allowed there. Well- they were she wasn't after what she did to that kid who annoyed her too much. Yes, Zinnia had attemped to- no she did beat one morphing boy up to a pulp, then walked along innocently.
That thought how she actually did grossed her out. His nose was all bloody, his face had blood all over his face, his screams, everything was bad. But, he deserved it, and she felt good about it, until her Master told her never to do it again. And, she didn't. The people who crossed the Master usually regretted it. He was a nice man, until you angered him. Then he wasn't so nice at all. He banned Zinnia's mother and father when she was little and he'd taken Zinnia in until she was sixteen her current age. That was a bad time, when the war was young and people died by the numbers. The war continued between the fields. The Moondrop was sided with both sides and each had betrayed the sides making them angry at the Field to Violet Trees and The Field of Black Moondrops and so on vice-versa. It wasn't the same, it never would. This was a marking time to prove that it would never go back to normal. She threw some water on her face to wake up, and edged along the river, jumping from rock to rock avoiding the water. "A long day today, I'm going to break my pattern." she said bluntly, looking at the stony floor.
Angels passed Zinnia- shinigami too and they looked at her. She clammed up after Master's horrible death, she'd thought of things she'd never thought of. Whispers and shocks were passed as they walked by her. "Is that the Lightning Goddess?" "Yeah pretty hopeless." These were conversqations Zinny was used to. That was usually the thing said and it made her mad but, she never opened her mouth to answer anymore. She was low maitence now, and the world she knew passed her.
