The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 27 Dawn of the End (Edited)

Chapter 27 Dawn of the End

It was cold. And wet. The front of my shirt clung to my skin and I felt the dewy grass tickle my nose. I was on the ground, that much I knew. How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was being with Damien; he stuck his hand throu-

I surged to my feet only to fall right back down as an unseen foe tackled me with full force. It was this constant pressure that settled over me; a heaviness that I couldn’t shake. I was stuck. I knew trying to move would be fruitless. I could feel the bubble of panic forming as a little voice said that it was unnatural. If I ever got up, nobody would be there. It was just this massive mass of force.

I struggled to turn my head; the mass was crushing and demanding. It took all that I had to just turn my head. I cursed. I knew it; there was nothing physically keeping me down. I felt my chest constricting painfully as the mass seemed to get heavier. I couldn’t move. I could barely keep from crying and screaming as panic completely set in.

It felt like I was in a room with the walls slowly closing in on me. Yet I was in an open field.

Faint, muffled sounds reached my ears. I was too exhausted and, in my panic filled haze, it sounded like footsteps. The grass muffled them but I just barely heard them. Soon enough two sets of legs appeared in my line of sight.

Warily, I glanced up. Damien stood above me. He was emotionless; I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head at all. The thought saddened me; I had always been able to tell what he was thinking. Good and bad; I could tell. Now though, I can’t figure him out anymore.

Without realizing it, a second party stepped up beside him. She had pitch black hair, deathly pale skin, and vibrant purple eyes. Sofia, witch, 23. A witch. My brother had a lot of tricks up his sleeves, hopefully he didn’t have much more. As it was now it was going to be hard enough to stop him.

“You’re awake.” He stated, “I hope you’ve had time to think.”

He motioned to Sofia and the pressure on my back lessened enough where I could sit up. If I tried to stand I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able too. The heaviness was still there, lurking in the background.

“Think about what?” I spat out. I was angry, so, so angry. I’ve failed so many times and within such a short time frame. I was more angry at myself than I was at anyone else.

“Your wrong doings of course.”

“Oh, I have.” I told him, “But somehow I think our definition of wrong doings will differ.”

His lips sneered, “I had hoped you changed your mind.”

“I haven’t.” I replied shortly.

He was dead set in his mission. What if I wasn’t able to change his mind? What if he won’t come around? I was going to lose a brother and I didn’t see a way to stop him. He was going to destroy the world; for god’s sake he had already put his plan in motion! At this point anything I did may not be enough to save him.

I might have to let him go, the thought formed a lump in my throat and I swallowed harshly. No matter how I looked at it, I was going to lose him. He was so deadest in his ways and he allowed his grief to control him. I can’t reach him anymore. I hadn’t been able to reach him for a while.

I couldn’t just leave him though; he was my brother. He had always been there for me and now it was my turn but he was heading down a dangerous path. It was a path that I cannot follow him down. I wasn’t helping him destroy himself. I’ve tried everything I could and I always thought I’d be there at the end. But I can’t see this through… not with him until the end.