Of Wrath And Darkness

Prologue

No one else knew of the untold horrors the girl had seen, that was strictly between her and the man hovering over her parents' lifeless bodies, laughing maniacally as he basked in the murderous glow. Blood painted the walls and floors of the now silent room like a symphony of every nightmare she would never wake up from.

The man didn't see her until she stepped out of her dark hiding place behind the open door, and he readied his weapon once more, only for the savage grin to widen across his face.

"Come to admire my handiwork?" He laughed, the metallic tang of blood working its way through her senses and making a promise to never leave. The girl wouldn't cry though, her face twisted in anger as she looked from the mangled corpses to the figure that moved as if inhabited by the devil himself.

"Why?" She asked, that's all she wanted to know. Why had this happened? Why her parents? Just, why.

"Remember this face, this will be the face of the man that will kill you too. As the years go by and your power is doubted and underestimated, the shadows will come for you too. And there's no escaping once they've taken hold, I promise you that."

The girl didn't understand the man's words, only that he had committed the most heinous of crimes against her family and must pay for his atrocities. 'We must forgive those who would do us harm, little one. They are fearful of change.' Her mothers' words rang out through every corner of her mind, begging her to reconsider what she was about to do, but her mother was dead and there was no one to stop her from exacting her revenge.

The girl raised a finger in accusation at the man, who simply chuckled at the tiny female who thought she could hurt him. He was too confident to realise how mistaken he was, and as she accessed those forbidden parts of her magic, the parts that writhed with rage and malice, she only had one thing left to say.

"Burn."