Purple Magic

Chapter 33

Grian was confused. But there wasn't time to be confused because his own father had a murderous look in his eyes. The army walked with an odd unison - as if they were just robots, all controlled by one person. Grian looked his father in the eye. It was scary how little his appearances changed.

A manic glint shone in his eyes as he spoke, "Xelqua. I finally meet you. Sadly, you don't meet up to my expectations. Your sister on the other hand..." Grian didn't know what Lix meant but apparently Xenia did. "It was you!" she yelled up at him "You created the purple mist!" Lix chuckled "Close but no. Old forces - or should I say new - helped me. I just... persuaded them."

"You mean corrupted!" yelled Xisuma. Lix scowled at the admin for a second then his expression went back to calm. "You are smart, admin. I could use you..." Xenia stepped in front of her brother "You're NOT using my brother. You'll have to get through me." Her expression was determined and ready. An expression Grian wore many times.

"We'll see, young Watcher, we'll see..."

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Xenia hated Lix already. This Watcher was supposed to be great and powerful. Noble and kind. Did he change so much? Or were his stories exaggerated? If she had to guess, Xenia would say the latter. She barely meets this guy and then he threatens to use her brother. Not cool. Not cool at all.

The voice sounded familiar to her. It sounded commanding and powerful like he could force anyone to do anything just by plain threats. In fact, he could force someone to do stuff like that. Just as he forced her to try and destroy Hermitcraft. Xenia didn't want to think about how close she'd gotten.

There was no time to chat but Lix didn't seem to be aware of the fact. Xisuma tensed up and held his sword at the ready. Xenia must have had a bewildered expression on her face because Xisuma asked "What's wrong?" She shook her head and continued staring at Lix. The longer she looked at him, the more his eyes pierced hers.

Something grew warm in her inventory. It was a gem. An amulet to be exact. It was dull and lifeless as though it was a light - waiting to be turned on. "Here," she said, slipping the amulet around her brother's neck. Xisuma looked confused. "What-?" then his eyes grew wide in realization. "How did you-?" Xenia gave him a look that said 'not now'.

Xenia held up her sword. It glowed bright with enchantments. Enchantments. Old magic that Watchers were kind enough to give players. Back when they were kind. Back when they weren't evil. When the purple mist was something the Watchers would laugh at in the past. Who would believe it?

She was angry. Far too angry to notice the amulet around Xisuma's neck dim a great amount. Time seemed to freeze. It seemed impossible - they were so few. They would never defeat this army. But something inside her told her otherwise - they would win. Then time unfroze and she realized she was in the midst of battle. She heard her name cried out in pain and she whipped around.

Just in time to see Xisuma hit with a bolt of Purple Magic.

What? Do you guys want confirmation or something? Like "is Xisuma gonna die?!" 
Well, dear reader, I'm not gonna tell you. Have fun.

RB signing out!
Cya!

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