6 decades books

Blood. The metallic smell stung my nose. I could hear the horrid sounds of death. I could feel the sharp pains of death. I wasn’t there though. I knew that. But that didn’t stop the frost form on my fingertips. When I opened my eyes, I found my arms covered in frost. I needed to get in control. I needed to be perfectly in control. Especially if my parents expected me to hide out...That didn’t help with the fact that I had insane people after me. I didn’t care though. I could kill them if they tried to attack me. That was one thing my parents didn’t understand. They didn’t see how hard I tried to conceal my magic. People thought I was a monster even when my magic was concealed. Their terrified face filled my mind. Stop. None of it matters now.