The power is held like a hurricane. It is saved for righteousness and control.
It was truly a glorious morning in Archos, the sun'a rays sweeping everyone with its indescribable light shining through the trees and hiding behind larger villages in the capital.
"Father... I don't understand. Why must we hurt Mother? It isn't just, and the capital would be furious!"
"We must. For the sake of our name to be held. It is up to you... Circe."
The young girl began to cry with all her energy left within her trembling body.
"Crying is just a form of weakness, Circe. You are doing it all for nothing. You are nothing without this fate," said the father, in a stern voice.
She trembled even more, trying to stop herself from making a fool, "B-But... Mother is l-loving... she isn't meant to be d-destroyed... Father, p-please!"
"Circe! NOW!" commanded the father.
Tears started streaming down her face ever more so, and she came up slowly, shaking uncontrollably as she saw her mother knocked out in the middle of her home.
Circe grabbed the sword and her father held it with her, "Are you ready, Circe?". She ignored the question, she never wanted any of this to ever happen in all of time, yet here she is now. The father swung the the sword back with Circe and let go right as Circe was swinging back towards her mother, closing her eyes with tears and agony. It was done.
"You could have done better," says the father a few moments after it happened.
The next few words, though, struck Circe right through her poor heart:
"The blood is one your hands."
Her father walks away, never to be seen again by dear Circe.
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Black Blood (Story One)
Short StoryA story that is finally about the villain and what they have been through. About a young women who is notorious for being a villain and getting the respect they want and, quite honestly, deserve. But... will they stand a chance against the hero...
