As the man screams, it sinks in what you just did. You blatantly used your “weirdness” in front of the lordling. Not only that, you used it as a weapon.

You run.

You run and you don’t look back. You dart down the first alley you can, trying to get out of sight as soon as possible.

This is bad. Your mind races as you make your way home, staying in the shadows, trying not to be seen.

There are no good options. What will you do? What if you killed the man?

Focus, you need to focus. Find a solution.

Your parents. You can’t bring them into this. Is it safe to go home? Will they be arrested if you run away?

You stop in front of the smithy. It’s weird that both the place you live and your name are smithy.

Focus, that’s not relevant to the situation. You need to stop and think of a plan.

But you can’t stop. Your brain is running through scenario after scenario without any input from you.

Your adrenaline fueled panic continues well past dawn.