On my way to hell

chapter 15

Christopher Barone

Watching her cheer in the crowd, so full of life, filled me with a warmth I hadn't felt before—I knew in that moment I'd do anything to protect it.

I don't know what came over me, but I found myself pulling her into the performance ring, an impulsive move I would've never made before. I'd never been one to watch others dance, always thinking these things were trivial. But seeing her so alive and so vibrant in the crowd made me realise how wrong I'd been—these moments mattered. They meant everything to her, and maybe they could mean something to me too.

With a steadying breath, I leaned in close, gently encouraging her. "Go on, dance. You love it, don't you? I know you've held back because of everything with your family, but tonight, just let yourself go. Have fun; be yourself. I want that for you."

She hesitated only for a moment before stepping into the rhythm, and watching her move was like witnessing pure magic. She danced with a grace and freedom that took my breath away, as if she were a goddess brought to life by the music itself. The other dancers, captivated by her presence, began to match her rhythm, moving in sync with her. It felt like a scene from a dream—a vision that was somehow real and untouchable.

But when a male dancer stepped in a little too close, I acted on instinct, pushing him back with a look that left no room for question. A flash of fear crossed his face, and for a moment, I felt a surge of pride and protectiveness. She wasn't just anyone to me—she was mine, and I wanted the world to know it.

Turning to her, I extended my hand, unable to contain the depth of my feelings any longer. "Dance with me," I said softly. "Don't ever dance with another man. From now on, it's me, and only me. I know I've got a lot to prove to you, but I'll make the effort every day. You deserve that, and so much more."

Our hands met, and as we began to move together, I promised myself that I'd protect this happiness of hers—this beautiful, irreplaceable light—at any cost.

As the night began to wane, I took her hand and led her away from the crowd, finding a quiet spot beneath the vast sky. She looked at me with bright, eager eyes, and I could feel my heart racing.

"Starlight," I began, keeping my voice low, "you know that the royals hold power. I want to show you mine, but I know it's not quite time for that yet. Still... I think I want you to see a glimpse of it tonight."

The excitement that lit up her face was unmistakable, like a child waiting for a secret to be revealed. "Please, tell me," she whispered, her voice bubbling with excitement. "What are your powers called?"

"My powers?" I replied, a smile playing on my lips. "I can command the moonlight and the stars... and fire."

Her gasp of excitement filled the air. "Oh my god! Those are incredible powers! I bet they look beautiful together," she said, nearly bouncing with anticipation.

"So," I continued, "what would you like to see right now? The fire? Or the stars and moon?"

She tilted her head thoughtfully, glancing up at the night sky. "Since the stars and the moon are already out, let's see them!"

With a steadying breath, I focused my power, feeling the energy surge within me. I directed the moonlight, bending it toward her, creating a soft, luminous spotlight that bathed her in a silvery glow.

"Dance," I urged, a quiet plea in my voice.

She looked at me curiously. "Why do you want me to dance?"

"Just trust me," I said, smiling. "Let yourself go. I want to show you something."

With a gentle nod, she began to dance, her movements graceful and free. As she twirled, I directed the light to follow her, keeping her at the center. Then, focusing deeper, I gathered the stars, arranging them to move in harmony with her steps, as if they were her celestial dance partners. The sight was mesmerizing—a vision of elegance and starlight.