MyStory Book 1: A Cursed Destiny

Chapter 24: The Day I 'Killed' My Sisters

Our weapons clashed instantly, and I jumped over her to avoid the fireball forming in her hand. She spun around, only to get sent flying as my foot connected with her stomach. She stood up, and shot a fireball at me, which I rolled out of the way for. She probably saw my hand glowing with black magic, since her eyes widened, and she picked up the pace. A lot.
Eventually, both of us were bruised and bloody, but neither was willing to submit. I concentrated the magic in my hand, and aimed it at her, when an intense pain shot throughout my being. I gasped as my concentration fell, and looked down, where a blade was jutting out of my torso.
My knees buckled as I turned around. FireFly stood there, a slightly panicked look in her eyes. It was odd, because instead of sadness, I felt panic. I didn't want to sustain a wound like this. She'll come out. She'll kill them all. Who's she, you ask? I don't know either. All... I know... is...

I opened my eyes as I felt the grass brush against my hand. I shakily stood up, and took in my surroundings, my hands on my knees. There wasn't much, really. Just clear skies and nothing but dead grass plains and the smell of fear and disbelief.
Wait.
Come again?
Fear?
I unconsciously licked my lips as I took in the delicious smell. My large red ears swiveled towards the source, and as soon as I found it, my head snapped in the direction. Two girls, both blondes, stood side by side. Both holding a sword-like weapon of some sort. That's pretty much all I could see through the slight curtain of red hair hanging in front of my eyes. I straightened up, and blew my hair out of my face, still watching them.
Please, I heard her beg in the back of my mind. Spare them. I snorted softly. Spare them? They brought me out. You want me to spare people? I want payment in return. Blood payment. Not your blood. The blood of mortals. Hmm. Blood. That sounded very appetizing at the moment. Heh.
"So," I started, my voice already higher than it's normal pitch, and my accent fading. "You're the people who brought me out?"
"Who... Who the hell are you?!" The red-eyed one demanded. Ignoring her distressed wails to stop, I tutted.
"Now, now, ShadowFlame, it's not nice to swear." I chastised lightly, raising my index finger. The name ShadowFlame came out of nowhere, but I probably unconsciously pulled it from her mind. Judging by their slightly shocked faces, it was probably right, so whatever. "And for the record, my name is Faceless Storm." I lept at them as I extended my claws.
As they lay on the ground, bleeding, I heard her beg again. Please, she spoke. At least let them sleep. I considered this. I would potentially be able to kill them, but they would be revived later. I shrugged. What difference did it make? I focused my magic at them, and sent them into sleep. It's kind of like a coma, but someone else decides when they wake up. Turning around, I walked off.