Preview: Scars Run Deep

I received support for my longer story, so I have started to post it. It takes place from multiple people's points of view, which allows so much "scope for the imagination." I am posting a preview here, since several of you marked this story as "follow" and I don't want to lose you. I am posting the main story separately though, because Scars Revealed has effectively become a spoiler.

Here is the preview, and the first chapter of the main story will be posted tonight. Please let me know what you think, but unabashed flaming will be ignored. Constructive criticism will be considered, but some content decisions that don't make sense now, will do so later on in the story. I do this for fun, so I hope that it brings a smile to your day too!

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Jay's point of view

A little girl huddled in the shadows in the corner of an alleyway. She had tears swimming in her eyes as she clutched her wrist to her chest, but those tears did not fall. I approached her with caution, wondering if there was anything I could do. I didn't usually help people, but something about this young purple haired girl tugged on my heartstrings.

"Jay," shouted a woman in a slightly panicked tone.

"Here mother," I called, looking down at the little girl.

"Jay," my mother exclaimed, "you only just turned five years old, and are still too young to run off without me."

"But mom," I complained, "dad lets me out by myself all the time."

"Then your father and I will be having words." I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was not happy and that my dad was in trouble. This could be fun!

As mom grabbed my hand to drag me away, I pulled in the opposite direction. "Mom, you have to see what I found!"

"If it is another rotting animal then you will be grounded for a week." My mother allowed me to drag her until she saw the little girl huddled in the corner. She knelt down several feet away and began speaking softly. "Hello sweetheart, what is your name? Are you lost?"

The little girl looked up with indignation in her gaze. "I'm four years old, and I'm no sweetheart." Her flashing green eyes met my mothers and her purple hair seemed to pulse. "My name is Mal, and I will rule this Isle by the time I'm five."