Entwined

~CHAPTER 1~

Third person perspective-

Smoke fills the air as old, tattered books are blasted from their shelves. Injured people crawl over the rubble in hopes of escaping, only to be met with a sharp light, sending their lifeless bodies into the air, adding to the number of bodies scattered across the once bookstores ground. A figure can be seen through the chaos, casting spells in all directions, their face and body hidden beneath their black cloak and fullface mask.

Mattheos Perspective-

This is torture. Its as if I'm looking through the eyes of somebody else. Only it's my body. My fathers orders echo through my mind, deciding my every move. I struggle agaisnt his control, attempting to push him out of my head but my body continues to comply with his words. I watch my hands hold my wand to someones throat. Hear my voice cast the killing spell. Feel an innocent persons dead body slump into my chest.

My father forces my eyes to scan the room. As i do, I catch a glimpse of a girl fumbling for her wand in a corner. Suddenly my mental protests become stronger. My fathers control becomes weaker. It's only slight, but it fills me with hope.

Our shouts overlap each other, fighting hard for full control, and i feel myself getting stronger every second the girl is in my sight. But I know he feels this too, as he attempts to force my eyes away from her trembling body. "Get. Out. Of. My. Head!" I scream at my fathers fading voice. The girl lifts her eyes to mine and I feel a strange sense of power rush through me. With one final burst of energy, I regain full control over my body. I did it. He's gone, for now. What is that feeling in my, oh... i look down to see an elderly mans lifeless eyes staring up at me in terror, tears brimmed in his eyes. A shiver runs down my spine and I shift away, his limp body falling to the ground beside me. The girl in the corner whimpers quietly and I look up to see her clutching her ankle, staring at me in fear. I slide my wand slowly into my belt, raise my hands up to my head to show I mean no harm, and cautiously approach her. She whimpers again, flinching away from me, and I break inside. She sees me as a monster. Every dead body in this room died, because i was weak and allowed my father into my mind.

I stop at her feet, crouching down to inspect her injured ankle as she observes me timidly. I reach for my wand and she shrinks away. Under the mask, I smile sadly, hoping to comfort her fears slightly as my hand grasps the cold, smooth wood, removing it from my belt and pressing the tip lightly to her ankle. At the feeling of the wand, she clamps her eyes shut and balls her fists, silent tears streaming down her pale cheaks. I lift my hand and brush them away with my thumb. I murmur a healing spell and her ankle begins to glow a beautiful gold. Once the light has faded, the girl opens her eyes, confused.

Silently, i stand, offering my hand to help the girl stand as well. Hesitantly, she takes it, still not trueting of my which is completely understandable. She's slightly shorter than me, with long, light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She's quite attractive, actually. Once she jas balanced herself, I drop her hand and turn to face the rest of the shop. It feels as though I have been stabbed. To think that I caused all of this. All of this pain. All of this damage. All of this fear. There are books and bookshelves piled on the floor. The ceiling and walls have collapsed, leaving large chunks of plaster and wood to coat the floor. The glass windows have smashed and everything is covered in a layer of ash, dirt, and rubble. Dead bodies are everywhere I look. Innocent people, I killed. My heart feels so heavy it seems to be pulling me down. I fall to my knees in despair, theowing my mask to the side, as a single tear slides down my face and falls to the blood stained floor.