My Life As Amythyst Night+More

Mix Of Emotions

I open the portal to my pack world and head straight for my bedroom. I curl up on my bed and hug a plush. A rush of emotions clouds my head and I just lay there for awhile. 

A knock at the door interrupts me, like always. I growl and throw a pillow, yelling for whoever it is to leave. The knocking persists and I threaten to blast whoever with all the dark magic I had in possession. A small chuckle escapes their mouths and I scowl. I wipe my face and unlock the door. 

Night stands there, his green eyes lit with humor as well as apprehensiveness. I scowl and demand what he wants, not really sparing anyone's feelings. "What's the matter princess?" He asks, leaning against the doorway. "None of your business." I say, fidgeting with my crappy looking hair. 

"Ya look like a mess Princess." He teases lightly. I look at the mirror and take in my ragged appearance. I sigh and run a hand through my tangled hair. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Nothing." I snap once again. "Well there's certainly something wrong, You seem very distraught." He observes. I look at the mirror and a girl with dark circles under her glowing purple eyes stares back. Hello Amythyst. I sigh. Again.

"Also, why you sitting with the lights off?" He asks, walking in without asking. He opens the curtains and I squint against the rays of light that flood my room. "I have a headache...that doesn't help me." I say, and it's true. 

"Wanna visit the medicine wing? Get some Advil or whatever?" He asks and I agree. I change while he waits and we make our way to the med wing. I get some Advil and water from Sky and Celtic. As we're walking out, I turn to Night. "Shouldn't you be doing something?" I say irritably. I just want some alone time.

"Nah, my next shift is at 6:30(Ig time). That means, you're stuck with me." He says playfully. I scowl lightly. "Well...if I'm stuck with you..then what do you want to do." I say, looking at the patrol of apprentices with their mentors. They show respect and head for the portals to the training arenas. 

"Well...it seems a certain princess is agitated. Perhaps some sparring?" He suggests. I suppose that isn't too bad of an idea. "Yeah sure." I shrug. We head for the separate training rooms. I watch as Night examines the walls of weapons, finally choosing a black and grey etched long sword. I form my own blades. 

"Weapons only? Or..?" He questions. "Everything's permitted." I say more as a statement than a question. He nods and readies his weapon. Dark magic flares from my hands into my blades and some of it circles around me, angry and ready to strike him down. He lunges and slashes horizontally and I leap back. I blast a ball full of dark magic straight at him. He blocks with a dark shield and I take this moment to crack the floor under him. He grabs his fallen sword and jumps off to the right of the crack. 

Metal vines burst from the ground and grab at his legs. He trips and falls. He slowly starts melting the vines and I send an electric shock through them, he yelps. His hair stands on end and..is that smoke?

He brushes himself off and stands up as the vines retreat back into the calloused ground. He forms another sword and lunges at me again, this time catching me off guard. He slashes down on a shield I made around me and it cracks. I blow the bubble out and he flies back a few feet. I send shocks of electricity straight toward him and he blocks. While he's momentarily stunned, I throw a smaller dagger. It embeds in his shoulder and he winces, struggling just a bit to get it out. 

I tackle him, ripping the blade from his shoulder. He yelps and blood stains his t-shirt. I look at him, seeing if he wants to stop. He gives me a playful grin. With his good arm, he blasts dark magic at me and I swiftly dodge it. He tackles me through the magic and we go tumbling. Good thing the training area is spacey.