Sands of Destiny: Five Lights Appear

Chapter 11: Her Father's Shadow

"Daughter of Duke, this daughter of Duke that! I have a name too!"

A frustrated Dormia listened to yet another Sheriff rant about how they'd beat her in place of her father. At age fifteen, Dormia was more than used to fighting Sheriff's. She was a short, brown girl with bright pink eyes. She wore a bright pink tank top and a pair of jeans she had cut into shorts. Dormia was a kind girl, and attempted to avoid violence whenever possible. But as the daughter of the South Sand's late Duke of Destruction, she had very little say in the matter. Trouble seemed to seek her out, and as a result, Dormia just assumed the role of a wrangler.

"I hope you're ready to meet your maker, Daughter of Du..."

The sand under the Sheriff's feet swallowed him whole in an instant, with nothing more than a snap of Dormia's fingers. Dormia kept walking casually, on her way home from picking up food for her mother. Dormia didn't do much training, but as a sand trigger, she didn't need to. Dormia commanded the entire ground, and could make armies and even buildings disappear with little to no effort. Her power was so respected, that even Great Eight Reaper seemed to turn a blind eye toward her, never even acknowledging those brave, or dumb enough to face her.

"Hey mom, I'm b..."

Dormia froze, stunned at the awful site in front of her.

"How dare you?! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY FEAST?!!!"

None other than Reaper himself sat on the ground in front of her mother's body, hands and mouth dripping fresh blood. The metallic smell of blood formed a putrid aura around him. A single tear fell from Dormia's eye.

"Why? Why! ANSWER ME DAMN YOU!!! "

Dormia's face went blank. The sand around them began to swirl, slowly first, then picking up a vengeful speed. She controlled every grain of sand, and sent each grain flying at Reaper from all directions. Soon enough, the Great Eight was trapped in a sandstorm made specially for him. The cuts on Reaper's body multiplied by the second. Dormia's sand continuously shredded at him, and with no end in sight.

"Ha, too bad!!!"

Reaper bounded out of his sand prison, and dug his fist into Dormia's stomach, causing her to cough up blood instantly.

"Bleed!!!"

Reaper landed punch after punch, viciously beating Dormia.

"No, YOU BLEED!!!"

Dormia headbutted him, and followed with a fist made of sand. She used the sand around her to make a hand on either side of her. She swung with her right fist, and the hand of sand on her right mimicked the move. She let her hands fly wildly as she pummeled Reaper into a wall.

"I love it, I LOVE IT!!! I haven't felt this alive since the night of your birth, Dormia!"

Reaper forced his way out of the wall, brushing himself off. A wave of pure fear froze Dormia her place.

"What's wrong little girl, you didn't expect to fight the devil, did you?!!!"

Reaper laughed maniacally as he slowly walked towards Dormia. His wounds healed quickly, and he didn't seem even a bit tired. Dormia on the other hand, was at her limit.

"I was so close last time, if it wasn't for that damned Midaco and Aux!!! They saved your skin that time, but now you're alone! And guess who my next meal is? That's right, it's you!!!"

Reaper lunged at her, hitting her with a right hook that sent her straight into the sand underneath her. She looked up at him, and his face was a bloody, horrific sight that she couldn't explain.