I stared down at the groveling peasants at my feet, the men and women begging for me to spare their town, to spare their children. I look down upon them, they've done nothing for themselves, just taking the incredible legacy their ancestors gave them, not progressing it further or even caring about the many sacrifices the elders had made.
I kicked at a peasant man who got too close, relishing in the sound of his pain and the gasp from onlookers. Faintly, I hear a child yell out for their father and the grin on my face rises higher. I have this entire village at my disposal, and who's to stop me from burning it all down with a wave of my hand?
It's at this moment I realize my noble upbringing was my downfall for so long. I could have been so much more powerful than I am now, if only I had practiced longer.
The fire in my eyes summoned itself, living and waving and burning the village in the background. I had done that all by myself. I heard the cries of the village people, the yelling of parents looking for their children, of elders trying to escape the flicking fire.
I smiled and turned my back on the peasants, escaping just to do the same thing all over again. The feeling it left behind was delicious.
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raine's short stories
General Fictionjust a collection of small stories i've written! they aren't organized anyway, and don't correlate with each other.
