Forbidden (book two) {Aragorn FanFic}

Red v. White

A ball of fire formed my right palm. Saruman chuckled at me but Grima fearfully hid behind Saruman's chair.

I threw the ball of flames at Grima's cloak and it caught fire. Grima yelled and stomped at his cloak but the flames would not go away.

Saruman summoned his staff and it flew to his hand. "I will go easy on you," he said. He pointed the top of his staff at me and shot a ball of white flames. I flicked my wrist in the air and the ball flew to the ground. Saruman frowned at me. He shot at me again and I blocked it once again. He didn't it again and again, but I kept blocking his shots.

I threw a ball of fire at him, but he blocked it just the same. I did it again and the same happened.

Grima was still dancing around in the back, trying to put the flames out.

"No more games," Saruman said. He pointed his staff at me a blast of white came out of it. It put my hands up and a blast of red came out my palms. I screamed as I pushed more and more power toward him.

Saruman took a step back. My red power was defeating his. Saruman gave up and moved his staff. My flames of red burned his arm and he yelled in pain

I backed away realizing I had only angered him. He growled and shook his burned arm. "You menace." He hit his staff on the floor and my legs gave out. I fell on the hard floor with a thud.

Saruman lifted me in the air and then dropped me back on the ground. Then he walked toward me, his laughter haunting me. I pointed my palm at him and fire shot from my hand. Saruman dodged it and forced my arm onto the floor. I couldn't move my hands nor my legs. I was stuck.

"You naive little girl. Thinking you can defeat me...Saruman the White."

"I am not a little girl anymore," I growled. "I am the Witch of Red...you son of a bitch."

My torso lifted off the ground and I let out a scream as my head forced back. Red flames shot from my chest and the veins in my arms glowed bright red. Saruman's robes caught on fire. His beard as well. The shelves in the room shook and everyone on them fell on the ground and shattered.

The glass windows shattered from my screams and smoke filled the air. Grima fell down a flight of stairs, his flamed robe wrapped around him.

I broke from Saruman's magic and stood up. My eyes and veins were glowing red. Flames naturally came from my palms. I shot balls of fire at him, and he sloppily blocked them as he backed into the wall. Half his beard was burnt off. His robes were smoky and had been eaten by fire.

I saw fear in his eyes.

Saruman muttered a spell under his breath and pointed his staff at my heart.

I was suddenly blasted backwards into a pile of glass.