Magic Bonds

Chapter 9: Darkest Memories

(I will do my best to be quick about this I promise! Two things! Well maybe three.. hell I don't know :D anyways first thing is I have archery practice two days in a row RIP me. So second thing Chapter 10 may be late, but if it ends up being that way I will make it a special long chapter sound fair? That and I have to do things Saturday <.< lovely, but hey my hair may get re-dyed so there is a plus :D Thank you guys so much for everything, and I hope you enjoy? Psst... your seeing this as Mark's flash back, but he is explaining it to Jack as he recalls it in his mind. Just wanted to clarify that. I'm so sorry I didn't finish the chapter yesterday.)

Mark's POV (Flash back)

Due to my families status I always was ahead of everyone in our lessons as children, so most of the time I never really could practice spells with anyone my age. Until my family met Amy's family at a council meeting. Me being the shy kid I was didn't really want to talk to someone I didn't know. Much less even share my abilities with them, or fight against them. My opinion didn't matter though, and I ended up being stuck with Amy anyways. She wasn't as skilled as I was, nor as powerful. In fact she was at least four lessons behind me which I didn't think was fair. It was then I realized what the real point in all of this was. Her parents had paid mine to get me to tutor her since she sucked terribly at magic. She wasn't even that great at acting like a lady either. She loved making a mess of herself, and everything around her. She was also very creepy in a sense she never stopped watching me. It was like everything I did was interesting to her.

When we entered in middle school she just kept trying to get closer and closer. It weirded me out a bit because the more closer she got the more obsessive she became. She had to know where I was, who I was with, and what I did. I asked my brother Thomas about it, and he explained to me that Amy probably wanted to be my girlfriend. And being my twelve year old self I almost threw up in my mouth at the thought. I still do honestly, so I don't really blame myself. I was lucky enough to have Wade and Bob there though to keep her off me for some time in the day. I hated how people kept asking me if I was dating her, and every time I said no they looked at me like I was insane. Who in there right mind would want to be with that psycho! I kept denying the truth hoping it wasn't true. I didn't want Amy at all, and I hadn't had my soul-dream either. I was hoping desperately my soul-mate wouldn't be her.

A month later she then asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend, and I instantly denied her. Sadly that didn't stop her everywhere I went she was there watching me in the distance. She was like a disease that just didn't go away, and when I told my parents about it there wasn't much they could do. Even if her family was weaker than us because of our truce with each other we couldn't fight about things like this. And knowing Amy she would throw a fit, so she could just have me to herself. She was a bit of a spoiled brat she hated to be told no. Because of this I slowly started to panic, and because of that the darkness in myself grew. It grew so much it became more powerful than my father's, so now even with how much treatment I take I still fight my own battles against myself. I've never been able to control myself in highly stressful situations. And I blame Amy for it, but I probably shouldn't.

I understand she was a love sick puppy. It's just she kept crushing me under her weight, and it drove me slowly insane. It still does sometimes, being so constricted, so caged, unable to breath, and no freedom. Not only did it cause my power to increase, but it also caused my coming of age ceremony to progress faster than I would of liked. I hated the coming of age ceremony after watching my brother do it. It's completely terrifying. I still don't understand the point of it beside scaring yourself almost to death. Thomas was 18 when he had his coming of age ceremony which is the normal age. I on the other hand had to have it when I turned 16. 

I still remember it like it happened yesterday. The stench of blood, the flame of candles heat from candles licking against my skin. The whole purpose of this is to find what family weapon you would be bonded to for the rest of your life, but my family knows I will refuse to use it. I refuse to let anyone see my true power. I just don't want that kind of attention. I feel the magic in me boil just begging to come out. My breaths become labored as I see someone in a hood walk into the room. The hood hides their face, so I can't see them. I know my family is out there watching from the one way mirror. I tug against the chains which don't even budge. 

The hooded figure draws a circle around me with salt, and candles still positioned in 5 different spots. The man steps inside the circle pulling out a dagger. I try to run away, but I'm held in place. He makes deep cuts into my back going down into the muscle making me cry out in an agonizing pain. The strain my body makes just to make a sound even becomes painful. I knew how dangerous, and stupid this was. I had to bleed until my magic started to flow out of me. In some cases it never came, and people bled to death. Would I do the same? The figure stood out of the circle and began to throw enchants at me. Some burned others stung like I was being frozen with dry ice. This went on for what felt like hours until finally my magic started to pour out. At first it was going insane smashing around trying to break out of the barrier. It eventually calmed down and began to make it's way towards one of the candles. Each candle had a different scent, and depending on which scent my magic was drawn to was the weapon I was given. The candle are each enchanted with a piece of the weapon that can be chosen from. My magic chose the Rose candle. Which meant I could wield the family Axe as well as my families death grimoire spells. Once my magic took the candle it absorbed the piece quickly leaving my back with an intense burning sensation.

Every nerve in my body began to light on fire. I had no will power to scream, or even cry. I was just in so much pain. I can't explain it. It took over an hour for me to adjust to the pain enough to get up. I stumbled out of the room my mother quickly helping me get medical attention. My father wasn't fazed at all from my wounds, but my brother looked at me worriedly. I guess it shouldn't of happened like this. Maybe it wasn't supposed to take so long? I don't know. I was more afraid of myself then anything. The voices in my head were screaming out me. I could still feel her eyes on me everywhere I went. Amy could hide herself in shadows. That was her family's specialty they were trained assassins, but that was a long time ago before peace was made. 

After I was patched up I was finally allowed to be alone in my room. I was so tired almost to the point of passing out, and as soon as I laid down on my bed I passed out. That night was probably the best one of my life. Because I finally had my soul-dream. I woke up extremely happy, but also afraid. I was going to be gay? He is a light user? What am I going to do? I didn't tell anyone for a entire week about it, but eventually Amy found out about it. She was insanely angry. Not just because I didn't tell her, but because she knew it wasn't her since she still didn't have her's yet. She immediately took out her jealousy on me since I wouldn't tell her who it was. I didn't even know his name yet at the time. But after that I never saw the crazy bitch again until today. It still terrifies me that she may still like me. I know it may sound impossible, but I just don't know. Something is off about her, and I can't quite figure it out yet. But despite the fear that makes my body shiver I am happy. I am happy to finally be able to open up to somebody about this who actually cares. Who doesn't think I'm crazy, and who I love dearly.