(Alnilam)
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The crescent tattoo which used to be silver is now like a black scar on my forehead. A remnant of what I had embraced with pride. Now, it means nothing to me, it's just a reminder of what I used to be.
I have changed, that version of me is gone. A new version is born, the one which wants to burn and destroy the people who hurt the innocent, hurt the people I love, hurt Amaia.
I am no longer an Enforcer; instead, I am a protector. They can't break me. Not by binding my magic and not by taking away a useless title.
Using a bandana, I cover my head and forehead, hiding my short hair. It hurts, I won't lie but I have to be stronger for my brothers, for my mate.
Collecting the rest of my hair, I place it with my belongings. They feel lifeless just like ribbons of silver without my magic and yet I can't throw them away. Whatever spell they have used is working.
