Spirit
The last thing I can remember is seeing my boys both staring at me like I am an idiot. Then the split second before I swallowed the evil I felt a release on my neck as the necklace that contained my powers broke. A surge of power that filled me for a split second before I summon the darkness.
The darkness that I am currently in. I summon a flame in my palm for light and turn to see a small light straight ahead. I run towards the light and come out in a village center of some sort. There is a clock tower in front of me and food stalls dotting the streets. I rise and look around myself. I am in a sort of kingdom with a huge castle in the center.
A castle that I am currently standing in front of. I get a feeling of deja vu and of danger. I know this place somehow, and I know that it is supposed to be filled with people. There is no one here but me. I start to walk around admiring everything around me. Looking at the perfect blue lake on the outskirts of the castle. It is a while until I am standing in front of the castle. The castle is huge and dwarfs everything around it.
I open the huge oak doors; they don’t make a squeak as I enter the castle. It is clean inside and bigger than I could imagine. I am wondering about when I see a violet thread stretched to the left. I follow it to the left wing and make my way across the floor, down and up the various stairs, following the simple violet thread leading me towards where I need to go.
I am at the end when I come across a door. A big door made of various woods designed with a swirling complicated pattern. I open the door and find myself in a... nursery!
It has a wicker rocking chair, to the left of the room is various toys for a child to play with, and in the front of me is a beautiful crib, but I can’t admire it because there is a figure crouched beside it. The figure has a black cloak that spreads along the floor and leaves nothing to identify the figure.
I walk forward and am about to tap it on the back when it turns and I am face to face with... shadow black hair, sharp angular features, and cold black eyes. Ms.Live!!
I jump back and watch as she sheds the cloak revealing her shadow black hair and watching me with her onyx black eyes. I should have expected this. I want to mentally slap myself for being such a dumbass!
She smiles a cruel smile that shows off her sharp incisors and that has me cowering in the corner of the nursery. She has smoky, oily tendrils of black coming from her; just like the day at school when she set my class on me. The whole class; INCLUDING CLIFF!
This b**** is what was in my friends. She was the voice that they and I kept on hearing. She deserves to die. She smiles and says, “Oh yes Ember, you do believe that I deserve to die. I was the one controlling the twins. My what power they were, and their anger towards each other was... delicious” At that she paused to swipe her forked tongue across her lips as if remembering. Then she continued, “I am however positive that their power will be nothing compared to yours. The power of the Savior will be mine to control, and you have nothing to do about it. Now YOU DIE!” At that she lunged at me raking her nails along my skin shedding blood everywhere.
Her touch was cold as ice and sapped my strength. I could feel myself getting weaker, but I will not go down without a fight. If I’m going then I’m going to take this b**** with me. I summon all my power around myself and can feel winds whipping themselves around the room, the very ground shaking under our feet, water from the lake flooding the floor, my body heating up from the heat of my anger towards this thing that took my friends.
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I am whisked from the room and dropped in a forest. A big powerful forest. The forest from Cain’s story. I am standing in front of two strangers that look just like me.
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The Legend of the Savior
FantasyEmber has always tried to be the average nerdy girl, but her life is going to turn upside down when she almost gets killed by her teacher, meets a really cute dude, finds out there's a different world going on parallel to her own, and that she is th...