Your Shadow Is My Light

Prologue - If I can go back in time

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Ahri's POV
Whoosh!

A silvery sheen caught my eye. Seconds later, a white katana accented in gold etchings stabbed towards me. I instinctively sidestepped. The gleaming flat edge glided across my emotionless face, inches away from sending me straight to hell. Gusts of razor-sharp wind brushed against my cheek. Then came the feeling of warm liquid trickling down my face. Durandal was lethal enough to even temper the fluid airflow surrounding its sabre. No doubt befitting its history of purging all evils.

My reddish eyes drifted to the deadly blade flailing in front of me. Truthfully, I wanted this stupid sword to just claim my life. End my misery. After all, what's the point of living when everything dear to me has perished beneath this cruel blade? My parents. My clan. My lover. All fell to this cold chunk of steel. But knowing that this weapon and its owner was the source of my family's downfall was only fuelling my hatred endlessly. The regret and anger blended into a cognitive dissonance of depression and hysteria. I yearned for death, and yet, I'm also unwilling to die like this. Not like this. Not until I see this bastard's head rolling at my feet, just like what he had done to my little deer.

My dull gaze sharpened, pupils constricted and tails flared out dangerously. A burst of energy surged through my leaden body. Ears flattened back as I bared my fangs. Despite the exhaustion wrecking my consciousness, I lunged forward in the blink of an eye and grabbed his forearm with brute force, crushing his brittle bones. A shrill grunt flowed into my ears. In one smooth motion, I swept my leg at his and that bastard went toppling over. Before I could punch his despicable face in, a massive fireball hurtled toward me.

I leaped back in time, but not before the tips of my fur were singed. I winced, swishing my tails to put out the embers. These vermin! If they hadn't crippled me. If they hadn't gouged out my mana core, I'd have long incinerated these goons to a crisp! Not scuffling with the likes of them!

"Die, monster!" the pathetic excuse of a half-mage rushed at me.

There was a sadistic glint in his beady eyes. Exactly like the scene where he sliced my baby's arm off. He's the real monster! Not Rae!

I knew who he was, alright. He's the deplorable rat that kept hounding Rae at every step of the way. Inflicting her with so much pain and anxiety. The shitbag who kept bullying her maliciously while the rest of their disgusting party watched nonchalantly. Their indifference was the one that fanned the flames and emboldened him to continue acting atrociously. It was this apathy that had doomed Rae. What 'heroes'?! Rubbish! They're all beasts in human skin!

Before I croak, I'll have your head!

All rationality fizzled out as I pounced on him with fervour, nimbly evading his sword before skewering his chest. Right where his heart was at. Holding his delicate and still beating heart in my palm, I crushed it without mercy. The pig's face contorted as I roughly tore my arm out, ripping him a new one. Blood splattered across my face. But there was not a hint of remorse. Only a mad grin. The trash buckled, crumpling to the ground where he laid motionless. It's truly gratifying to finally see this black-hearted animal get what was coming to him.

"Will!" a choked cry sounded from behind.

And in the next second, a sword impaled my heart. I staggered, coughing up blood. A twinge blossomed in my chest. And it's slowly ballooning, spreading to the rest of my cold body. Nerves exploded as sirens wail in my head. But I didn't struggle. Because this was the moment I've been patiently waiting for. The moment when this coward finally exposed the chink in his armour. The time for me to deal a fatal blow to this self-proclaimed 'hero'.