Green Means Danger - Part 3

14 years later.

Viridi walked out of her front door. She looked around, blinking her bright eyes as the natural light hit the back of her retina. Green, everywhere. Finally focused, she saw the familiar forest. It's depths reaching as far as the eye can see, the shades getting darker and more mysterious the further you looked. She sighed.
Her father, Custos, strolled beside her.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"This. The trees, the grass, the adventure." She sighed again.
"You know that we can't leave. We can't go back, they'll kill you."
"And what about mum? Did they kill her?" Virdi felt anger surge through her. Custos looked at her.
"No," He said firmly. "No, they can never get rid of her because she live in here." He put his hand over his heart and then over Viridi's. Viridi breathed out slowly, to calm herself. She didn't know what she would do if she lost control. She did once when she was eight. Her dad was always the one who could calm her down, though he got hurt in the process. His arm had healed though a scar stayed. He insisted that it was as good as new thought she had realised he occasionally held it as if it was in pain.
Maybe the Government was right, maybe she was dangerous, telling all that naturally green-haired babies had an illness. But it wasn't a fatal and contagious disease she had. It was her power.