Hi guys !
This is part 2 of ma story. ( i still dont know what to call it) if ye have ANY ideas of what to name it let me know in the answers ! 
Chapter 2
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Aneesa let another knife fly straight into the tree.
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She imagined the tree was Olma, and threw a dozen more knives into the tree.
Aneesa disliked Olma. She was too soft for this life in the forest. She had been born inside the city walls, like Aneesa. But unlike Aneesa, who had been abandoned at birth, She grew up in comfort and love.
Olma would still be in her home if it weren't for her power. You see, according to stories, Aneesa had heard, Arranmore (The city) had once been a part of a great empire known as 'America' anyway, America and another country, a large one Aneesa couldnt remember the name of, were at war a long time ago.
Each side had a lethal weapon known as the A-Bomb. Long story short, they blew each other up to smithereens. It was a time of great suffering and sadness, but as time went on the survivors seemed to mutilate from the nuclear wastelands they lived in, and began to do extraordinary things!
It was discovered that on a child's 12th birthday, their power or ability bursts out. Children with powers such as water-bending or fire-throwing are immediately treated like royalty, whilst children with mundane powers such as light-shapers were treated like filth.
Olma was special, her power was never seen before inside the walls of Aranmore, she was different. So she immediately was excluded and casted off by her fame-loving parents, who had favoured her twin more anyway.
Olma's power took the form of beauty, and it gave her the most heart wrenchingly beautiful features anyone could dream of. Her green eyes, like emeralds. Her cherub lips, Her heart shaped face as clear as glass.
Her coal black hair that fell in shiny coils down to her waist, Useless in battle. Aneesa liked to pretend she wasn't jelous, but deep down she envied Olma, and envy often turns into hatred....
A boy around 16 came into the clearing, he had wispy blonde hair with freckles all over his face like paint splatters, Alburn. 'Woah' he joked looking at the tree, covered in knives with sap seeping through its wounds.
'What did that tree do to you ?' Aneesa scowled and sent a knife pinning his sleeve to a nearby tree. 'Still annoyed over Olma ey?, She was just trying to do somthing good, it wasnt her fault that when she let the man go he stole the cart and ran over her bow' Alburn said, beggining to get annoyed.
'She's weak. She thinks good always triumps over evil, life isnt that black and white Alburn.' 'Sometimes i think you are a little too harsh Aneesa, the poor girl is only 13 she hasn't gotten used to our way of life' 'When i was thirteen i was surving fine' replied Aneesa.
'Well you had me too look after you' he said, looking away. Alburn had found Aneesa 6 years ago hiding under a rock, starving and terrified, With nobody to care for her.
Alburn had been born in another city near Aranmore, but when a disease spead throught his city his family moved to Aranmore, leaving Alburn behind. They were ashamed of him. You see, Alburn was a shadow-thrower.
He could pick up shadows and turn them as sharp as swords. Shadow-throwers are often steryotyped as sneaky and cunning people. The majority of criminals were shadow throwers, and this gave them a bad name.
Anyway, when Albern found Aneesa he took her back to his den in the forest where they survived together for 5 years, alone. Until Olma came. Aneesa looked up and realised she had been day-dreaming. She scowled and said 'Well its not my fault you are practicly in LOVE with Olma' Albern sighed and walked away without saying anything.
So there ya go ! Sorry for the long chapter i just got carried away, If you have ANY ideas for the title please tell me i cant think of anything !!
LOVE YE !
