Shadows of the Past

Mercy

The evening air envelopes me in a biting chill, making my skin pucker and tighten. Standing before the looming, foreboding silhouette of Rookwood's castle, I feel small and insignificant compared to its grandeur. The moon hangs like a baleful eye in the heavens, casting an eerie glow over the assembled faces of my comrades.

We are a mosaic of grim determination; Anne's jaw is clenched so tightly I can see her jawline pulsing with tension, while Ominis mutters low, thunderous incantations under his breath, the prelude to chaos humming around us. Henry stands at the forefront with his broad shoulders squared and his unwavering presence serving as a beacon of unyielding fortitude. As we wait for the rest of the guild to join us in our fight, the air crackles with anticipation and fear, blending together in a heady mixture that makes my heart race faster.

My hand wraps tighter around the gnarled hilt of my wand, the familiar wood a comfort against the tempest that awaits us. The rough edges press into my palm, a reminder of the power it holds. Beside me stands Sebastian, his presence like a silent shadow exuding a calm that belies the fury we've nurtured within. His eyes, two shards of obsidian glinting in the moonlight, reflect a shared darkness that has grown in our hearts—a darkness we're ready to unleash upon those who stand against us.

A collective breath, drawn in anticipation, escapes us as one. It is time. We have prepared for this moment for months, honing our skills and perfecting our spells.

With a single, curt nod from Henry, the stillness shatters. We surge forward, a tidal wave of retribution crashing against the castle's ancient stones. Spells arc across the night sky—streaks of brilliant, deadly light—colliding with the sinister forces that emerge from the darkened gateways. The air crackles with magic and the ground trembles beneath our feet as we charge forward with determination and vengeance in our hearts.

With a fierce cry, I summon forth my magic, the energy surging through me as I raise my hand in a gesture of protection. My voice echoes across the battlefield, commanding and powerful. Before me and Sebastian, a shield materializes, a shimmering barrier that deflects a bolt of malevolent energy.

The battle rages on around us, a cacophony of spells and curses. The air crackles with arcane forces, the clash of wills a testament to the ferocity of our assault. The ground trembles beneath our feet as the castle walls shake from the impact of our combined powers.

Chants and cries meld together to form a haunting dirge, a mournful song for those we have lost in this war against pureblood ambition. As we fight to liberate this once glorious castle from its corrupt masters, our voices join in harmony with the rumble of thunder and the roar of fire. We are the cleansing storm, determined to restore honour and justice to this tainted land.

We plunge deeper into the chaos, our bond a razor-sharp sword cutting through hopelessness. With every spell I chant, I can feel the weight of my vengeance bearing down on me, pushing me closer towards the epicentre of this abyss.

"Avada Kedavra!" The cursed words slip out of my mouth like a venomous snake's hiss. A loyal follower of Rookwood falls to the ground, their essence snuffed out in an instant. In that moment, I am not consumed by guilt or hesitation - only satisfaction, necessity, and the will to survive. My resolve remains unshaken as I continue to fight without flinching at any cost.

Sebastian's presence beside me ignites a primal sense of power within, our spells intertwining in a deadly dance of destruction. Our magic pulses with a dark energy, fueling our fervent fight against Rookwood's loyalists. Every flick of our wands unleashes a barrage of sorcery, each syllable spoken with unwavering conviction.

The deafening clash of steel and sorcery fills the air as our relentless assault pounds against the fortress walls. With every step forward, I can feel the trembling earth beneath my feet, a physical manifestation of our unyielding determination for vengeance.