A Raven's Darkness (Book 1)

Chapter 49: The Change

Dieris's Point Of View:

The man refused to tell me who he was or why he scared Darth with an allusion of a man named Sozar. "It doesn't matter if you kill me. We will keep coming for her." His voice was dark. I looked out of the corner of Zachar's eye, for I have taken him over, and saw Darth on the ground in pain. She clutched her chest and squinted her eye. "Forget about me! Get him!" She yelled at me. My eyes flew back to the man just now attacking me. His large sword swung and my body moved to deflect it. I moved my sword up and our swords clashed, with the wind picking up around us. "Betcha never seen this before." The man's whole body seemed to disappear. I let my sword fall to my side as my eyes scaned the whole area. "Dieris! He is one with the wind!" Darth's voice echoed in my ear. I raised my sword and felt the air around me twist around the pressure.  I felt his presence around my sword as his hands appeared and latched onto it. I swung the sword down, causing the man to fall and be pounded into the ground. He groaned and I pointed my sword to his neck. "Enough of your tricks. Tell me why you are here." The man laughed. My hand tightened around the sword's hilt. "Go ahead, I will never tell you." I brought down the sword into his chest as his eyes widened. I held no mercy for his kind. I twisted the sword more until his heart stopped. I then lightly pulled the sword out. Blood splattered everywhere, including my clothes and face. I carefully wiped off the blood on the sword with my hand, and put the sword back into the sheath on my hip. Darth's rapid breathing distracted me. I walked over to her and kneeled. "Are you injured?" I asked calmly. Darth coughed and held her chest with her hand. "I am. But, you will not tend to it." She pushed me and I stumbled back as she stood. "What's your problem?" I asked. Her face was full of anger. "You kill without mercy! You just killed a man for doing nothing but following orders! You're not even worthy of being called human, if that is what you even are." Her words burned me. "Killing never seemed to matter to me, like it does you. I have no problem with it." Darth started to cry with anger and desperation. She held her chest close and yelled at me. "Who are you to protect me by killing everyone in sight?! I don't even know you and you are already causing pain and suffering! Go! I don't want to see your face anymore! I want Zachar back, and I never want to see you again." My heart skipped a beat. What is this? I took my hand and covered my heart with it. Did I actually get hurt by her words? I dropped my hand. "My, my. Quite the temper, girl." She continued to let tears fall from her face as she looked away. "I never want to see those orange eyes again. Do you hear me, Dieris?! Zachar is the man I love! Not you!" She ran toward me with her fists and I grabbed her wrists to restrain her. She cried and pounded on my chest as I looked down at her. She was an emotional wreck. Finally, she tired and stopped hitting me. The blood from my sword was on my hands, and it transferred to her wrists because I held them. She looked at her wrists in horror. "You're not human, are you?" She tried to flee from me and I pulled her back. "Hold it, girl." I growled, which made it worse. She beat me and I realized there was only one way to calm her down. I pulled her close and forced my mouth onto hers. She gasped and resisted. But, as I deepened the kiss, she did not have the will to resist anymore. I broke it off soon after.

She was calm, and her tears stopped. "I am not the monster you claim I am to be." I paused and saw her face full of shock. "Can you see me now?" Her grey eyes widened and I realized what I have done. By kissing her, she could see what I really looked like. She looked past Zachar's white hair and saw my long purple hair. Behind Zachar's blue eyes, are my orange eyes. Zachar's face changed to mine, one in which my face is more narrow and worn. She looked down at my clothes. My shirt was white, and she was able to see how muscular I was beneath it. I had a belt with twenty-one holes in it. Each hold held the colors of gems, such as pearl for example, and I was able to recharge my power from them. She looked further down to my white pants, which shocked her. Most guys wore dark pants, but I liked the color white. I turned sideways to allow her to see the backside of my Darnarg robe. The brown stripe reflected off the sun and Darth's eyes widened. "I should have known." She said in irritation. "You are a ruthless killer after all, Dieris. Your very name is death." I placed my hand on my hip. "Don't judge me by the clan I abandoned, little girl. Remember your place." Darth carefully held her wounded chest. "What I don't get is why you would possess Zachar. Who is he to you, and what would you gain from it?" My orange eyes searched her grey ones. She clearly changed the subject. I blinked and debated on what I should do. "That ,my dear girl, is my secret." Darth nodded. "Figured." She turned and began to walk toward the camp were Zachar kissed her. I told him he was playing with fire, which caused a small fight. I was right though; after all, I killed every girl he has ever dated. If Darth continued pursuing Zachar, then I had no choice but to kill her.