How to be a villain [DISCONTINUED]

reyna || 16

Waking up the next day was hell. Ane believe me, I've been to hell. My dreams were haunted by the horrors that would come to us if we were captured by the enemy. There was no way they'd spare us a quick and merciful death.

I winced as I recalled the blood-chilling tortures i'd seen in my dreams: Our powers stripped, beaten to a pulp, bodies mutilated and lynched beyond recognition. The fear of pursued against the much greater enemy nagged at me throughout the day and I made use of it, channeling my anxiety into a burning determination to prepare myself. Gathering my strength, I morphed into a shadow and emerged in a nearby hillside.

Cloak wrapped around me, I tossed the skull towards the heavens and as it tumbled back down, struck the ground, cracking the surface apart and forming a gaping chasm.

My small band of undead soldiers surfaced. The battle wounds from the previous day had healed completely. Beckoning the leader forward, I demanded a brief summary on the enemy location, in which I deduced that they still had not pinpointed our location and were still camping at the meeting place.

As I headed back, jumbled thoughts raced through my aching skull. Who had betrayed us? Where should I take us to next? And what was going on with Nadir? A sudden flash of resentment pulsed through my blood and I let out a full out scream, letting all the fury and exhaustion pour out.

Paris walked next to me and glanced at me quizzically. We glared at each other for a few heartbeats but just as he opened his mouth, I faded into the shadows and flashed around the world in a minute.

Buildings, mortals and skies zoomed past of sight and I only paused for a split second at each destination, howling at the passing landscapes as I passed.

When I returned, Paris was still there, a look of understanding on his face. For some reason, I felt an inner peace, something I'd missed for a long time now, as if I'd just lifted a burden off my shoulders. Without a word, we walked back, footsteps synchronized, pattering on the grassy landscape.