Freedom is a dangerous right to fight for and if won, there’s no guarantee it will bring happiness. Ebony Hunter fought her father for her freedom, nonetheless.
She tilted her head towards the stars above and took in a deep breath of fresh air. A light breeze blew her long black hair behind her, sending a shiver down her spine. If she had changed before transporting to the lighthouse, she wouldn’t be so cold. She looked down at her shirt, still damp with blood from her training session with her father.
Another request for some freedom gone bad.
She came to the lighthouse when she needed to escape her father and his unreasonable demands on her magic. It was her quiet place, tucked away on the opposite end of the island. Outside her own visits, there were no signs that another soul had been here in years. Its purpose and use long forgotten. The lighthouse was hers and hers alone.
The constant surveillance in the main compound kept her nerves on edge and she couldn’t relax, not like she could when she was here. She felt the eyes watching her every minute of every day. Her father knew her every move. Or so he thought. She worried he would discover her visits to the lighthouse. No matter how careful she was, he always seemed to be one step ahead of her. The lighthouse was worth the risk though. She needed it, to escape her prison and feel free even for a brief moment.
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