Skinwalker Apocalypse

Alona Thunderhawk

Alona Thunderhawk trudged to down the overly familiar path on the way to the market. Familiar, because it was a routine.

Each morning, she woke up, cleaned up, checked up on her traps and then make her way to the market to sell her catch. It was that simple, a routine.

Most times, she would be done before noon even though she usually had a lot to sell.

She chalked this success to admiration.

For some reason, people would flock over to her stall as soon as she was there, clamouring to buy from her.

Maybe it was because she was beautiful? She could not tell, she only had the word of Apiatan for it. Maybe it's because, they pitied her... Maybe it was because she was blind.

Whatever reason it was a result of, It felt nice though.

At least some humans appreciated her and her obvious hard work, the empathetic creatures. The same could not be said for her fellow clan members who should be her brothers and sisters by the virtue of community.

They shunned and isolated her and her ward, Apiatan from the rest of the Deathmoore community. Only coming to Apiatan when they were in urgent need of healing, and only as the last resort.

That made life especially hard for them. Even though she never complained, practically single handedly bringing the boy up for two years now since his mother fell ill with a deadly illness that had worsen over the years.

Alona Thunderhawk used to be a part of the Deathmoore community, that is, until she went hunting and killed an extremely big animal.

Or so she thought.

But when she brought the animal to the market like she used to then, she was then told that she had killed a Skinwalker and not an ordinary animal.

Because of this, she became an outcast, living on the hills with the local healer, Apiatan's mother and her aunt, who had also been cast out for being a light skirt and refusing to abort the evidence of her promiscuity.

Thinking about their life was really just a waste of energy and time and a danger to her mental health.

A real hard knock life. But they didn't dwell on it much

Never did!

Banishment didn't faze Alona much, as she was used to loneliness anyway. It was a lonely life for Alona growing up since she was born blind to begin with and then lost both her hunter parents to wildcats in the Deathmoore forest.

As an outcast, she still hunted but closer to the hills. She killed animals and sold them in the next village where they make sure to buy her meat at a good price and even tip her.

It took a toll, being the outcast of one society and accepted by one that you could never be totally honest with.

The other villagers, she was sure, only admired her because they believed that she was a normal blind orphan girl living on the hill, taking care of a sick aunt and raising a nephew all by herself.

Their tune would change immediately if they should find out that she was a witch.

Yh, healers was the code name for good witch in Deathmoore. And her mother, aunt Loona's sister was also an healer. And so was Alona.

Well, to some extent!

Yeah, if there was one thing that normal people despised, someone they feared enough to get rid of, it was whatever they considered abnormal.

It was fine though, she was not planning to tell anyone about her family history. She was not that close to anyone in that way.

The hubbub of voices that seemed to come from around her, alerted her to the fact that she had gotten to the market.

Alona clicked her fingers together and listened letting the sharp waves of echoing clicks guide her through the crowd.

If you did not see the white film over her eyes, you would not have guessed that she was blind.

Due to her sharp sense of hearing and navigation that she adopted from birth, she was able to effectively use echolocation to navigate her way through life without hesitation, just like she was doing now.

...Clicking her fingers and walking through the crowded arena like anyone with sight would have done.

Alona gave herself mental pat on her head as she made it to her stall without any incident. Not because of finding her way successfully, that was already second nature to her, but because of the huge bulk of meat she had to carry on one shoulder as she needed the other hand free to find her way around.

She got behind her display and set down the plastic bag containing the cuts of meat on the table. Soon after, her customers began to arrive.

Apiatan had taken care of the meat cuts, cutting them in varying shapes and potions depending on the type of meat to help Alona sell them.

Since he had to stay back and watch over his ill mother, being the other of the two at medicine, he stayed with her.

Usually, a witch had to get really good at medicine before they got powers which was kind of like an hierarchy thing. Yet for some reason, Alona Thunderhawk developed powers without paying attention to the medicine as much.

That made her a strange kid since birth but not a lot of people noticed. Not until that incidence.

No ordinary person could kill a Skinwalker, yet she did. And like it was said earlier ...if there was one thing that normal people despised, someone they feared enough to get rid of, it was whatever they considered abnormal.

So Deathmoore community had gotten rid of her.

A/N: Okay, this is an intro to our main character in case you all are wondering what is going on. I tried to make it less than 1k. Partly cos I'm exhausted and partly cause it's just an intro.

She'll fit into the story later on. Please keep on reading and let me know your thoughts.