A Touch of Magic

this is my original story please don't copy, please don't edit except fixing spelling/grammar mistakes, and this story will probably contain blood/violence. also this will be a completely different story than the one that was originally here. because I felt like it. 
== Chapter One ==
I crouch on the cliff edge. I watch the people down below. They make towers out of rocks, and castles out of the wet, gritty black sand. One of them throws big rocks into the water, causing the water to move even faster. They are teenagers, and they mess around, fake shoving each other into the pool of water that feeds into the waterfall. I hate them. I hate them for being oblivious. For ignoring the problem. Everybody ignore the problem, Even the other kids. The one's who were kidnapped. Stolen away from their parents. To be trained. Nobody cares. The parents who get their kids stolen away claim they care, and most of them probably cry for days after their kids are kidnapped, but none of them really care. If they cared they would try to save us. They would try to stop the Trainer. Or at least, they would try to get somebody else to do those things. But they don't care. I'm the only one who cares. I have to hide the fact that I care, or else the Trainer will use that to his advantage. Nobody knows why the Trainer kidnaps kids, and then trains them. Healing. Fighting. All sorts of stuff. The Trainer claims he's helping us reach our full potential, but I know that's a lie. If that's what he was doing, he wouldn't need to kidnap us, and imprison us. We can't leave. We can never leave. After we get kidnapped and brought here, we never leave. Never. All I want is to leave here. Leave this awful prison that the other kids call home. I pretend like I like it here, like I don't want to leave. But not to fit in. I pretend because the Trainer has a secret. Many secrets. One of them must be why nobody cares. Magic supposedly isn't real. Bit once, we thought magical creatures weren't real. We no know that there are. Many, many different kinds of magical creatures, yet not a singal unicorn or dragon. Not one creature that humans decided might exist. Not one. 
It doesn't take me long to get the Cabin. The Cabin is a big house were all the kidnapped kids eat and sleep. There's a training area in the back, but we're also encouraged to go into the woods. We can only go so far though, and I've explored the whole woods, I know every stream and creek. I know where there's a lake to swim in, and all the edible plants. I know which animals are friendly, which are deadly, and which are polymorphas, which can turn into any creature, as long as they have a special necklace. If they loose the necklace they are stuck in their current form. I like polymarphas. I've befriended a few of them. Sometimes I sneak them food. At dinner tonight I sneak a few pieces of meat jerky and some dinner rolls into my satchel. Nobody notices. Nobody ever really notices me. I sort of blend into the background. I mastered that skill. Not saying much. Observing everything. I'm sure it will be useful to me someday. I leave, to go to the room that I share with all the other girls. The door to the Trainer's office is open a crack. Words are coming out of it. The trainer is talking to somebody. There's no internet here. No phones. The Trainer never lets anybody into his office. I press myself against the wall to listen to the conversation. "-this time we've spent searching?" somebody is saying. I don't recognize the voice. "It might be Emma" the Trainer says. What does this have to do with me? I wonder. I hear footsteps, coming towards the door. I duck my head down and hurry towards the girl's room. It's empty when I get there, except for the rows of dressers next to beds. I see something move out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look at it, but there's nothing but shadow. Wait-isn't that shadow to far to the left to be coming from that dresser? I look closer and see that, yes, the shadow from the dresser seems to have moved to the left. I touch the shadow, and instead of feeling floor, I feel something that feels cold and squishy. I blink, and the shadow springs at me. Only, it's not a shadow anymore. It's a small, human like creature made entirely from shadows. It feels just as cold and squishy as the shadow did, and it's incredibly flexible. I bat it off my face, and it twists around, landing on the back off my head. Two more shadow-people-things spring at me, each one grabbing one of my hands. I feel the other one spring off my head. A moment later it pushes me to the ground. Something cold and slithery wraps around me, binding my arms and legs. The shadow-people-things drag me across the floor. A sudden chill sweeps over me, followed by the endless dark oblivion of sleep.
== Chapter Two ==