The air is cold and damp, full of mist as thick as mist can. I wipe my sweating palms on my trousers as an unrelenting feeling of darkness surrounds. My breath sounds too loud in the eerie silence of the forest. My blood pounds through my ears as I unsheath a sword that has appeared at my hip as if it is as mundane to me as breathing. My boots crunch the icy grass as I edge around a frozen tree trunk leaving muddy prints in my wake. A glint of silver catches my eye just in time for me to whip around as an identical sword slices the air where my head had just been. I step forward and plunge my sword into the chest of my attacker.
A feminine scream pierces through the night as the cloaked figure falls to the ground. My sword is slick with blood when I yank it out of my attacker's chest. A wave of fury comes over me as I look at this creature who tried to end my life. The world turns to red and without thinking a bring my sword down again and again until the creature's neck is a tangle of tendons and gore.
The ground turns red as this vile creature's blood melts the ice, leaving a puddle of death in its wake. I shiver as a gust of wind blows through the trees and the moonlight glints off of the wet ground. As this creature's soul goes to the Devil's realm the suffocating darkness that came with it retreats.
While this was a bad deed done on my part indeed it would be a worse one if I never knew who this creature was. My head spins as I bend over and cut away the remaining fabric from the decapitated head. I give the head a gentle kick with the toe of my boot to roll it over.
My heart drops to my boots and I stagger back in horror tripping over twigs and rocks as I stare at my own dead face decapitated on the ground in front of me. The words of the Traveler come to mind as I take in the scene before me,
" Anastasia, under the moonlight you can see the dark and light in every living creature from this planet, heaven, or the Devil's realm. Our path is not set in stone, you and only you have the power to change the future, or eventually the past as well."
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Gifted
Science FictionI am Anastasia, the chosen apprentice of the "Traveler" . My mother's dying wish before she passed was for me to be gifted with the power to travel between realms. Most people say this is a gift, I believe it is a curse. I am Anastasia of the planet...
