Mage's Curse

Whip

Marching echoes through the caves loudly. Soldiers chant, "May the wrongs plague end here," over and over. Seto's arms are bound by enchanted cuffs as they push him along towards his doom.

He has given up on trying to sway them. They won't listen. He's dead.

"Move it!" A solider yells. hitting him with the hilt of his sword. He doesn't react. He marches forward, eyes fixe on the dark towering cave.

His boots grind the stones under his feet. He doesn't dare look away from the spot where he will die. He keeps his eyes there. That place is where he will die. Where he saw his parents. Where Quill called him by his name.

They enter the hall. Shadows hiss around him. Coldness envelopes him. He breathes the evil in the air. Darkness makes the air thick and death chokes him. But if this is his fate, this is it.

He approaches the carvings in the platform.

"On your knees!" Before Seto had the chance to kneel, they harshly push Jim to the stone.

"Rohpahca!" A guard yells. A warlock girl approaches. A whip of broken glass is griped in her claws.

"Nurlfeu!" She unfurled the long whip. It glows crimson from the magic holding it together. But some of that crimson must be the blood of killers. Traitors!

"You may speak you last words," she says, condescendingly side glancing him with her yellow eyes. The golden cross on her chest shines red with the light in front of her and blue shimmers from behind.

He opens his mouth and then closes it. he has to make theses words count. But then he remembers. The sketched man. "There is no time. Just listen."

Herobrine looks at him, arms behind his back. "Is that it?"

"Yes sir."

"Rcatr uto het inuphnhmet!" He barks at her.

He looks one last time at her. The cross to be exact.

"You know, never thought I'd see a warlock wear a cross. A rare sight."

"Silence! You have had you words!" A guard yells.

She raises her arm.

"Head down. Ready. Go," in a quieter voice she whispers, "may our go help you."

She throws her arm back. In a glitter of ruby, a crack sounds out and pair erupts in Seto's back.

The glass and magic cuts straight through his shirt, leaving a jagged gash across his flesh. He handheld his teeth together to prevent from making a sound.

"Head down. Ready. Go."

The second lash strikes him harder than the first as the glass slips into the first cut.

He yells through clenched teeth as his legs grow weak and he falls to the cold stone.

No warning this time.

The third one comes with a cry.

The fourth with a yell.

The fifth with a moan.

The sixth with a sob.

So this is how he is fining to die. This is the end.

Seven with a scream.

He remembers his friends. Sky, Noah, Ty, Quill, Ethan, even the anthropomorphic panda he once saw in the over world who called himself NoNameNate.

Eight in silence.

The ground is slick with his blood and his shirt is in tatters. He feels the small flask around his neck that he took from Quill's body.

"I'm sorry..."