He just stood there like he didn't just tell me he was my dad. I just stood there and looked at him. I tried to imagine a way were I could fight him but couldn't. He finally broke the silence by saying "we don't have to fight you know". I then said to him " really 'dad' you just busted into here like, literally, busted into here, shot the only person willing to tell me anything, and threw a fucking shuriken at me. Sure we don't need to fight but you can go fuck yourself. He didn't seem to react and just responded with "you shouldn't talk to a guy with a sword like that". He stood there for a minute a then said "let's play" and swung his sword. He would have hit me but I ducked. He went to stab but I backed up. He got me up against the wall, I am screwed. He held the sword to my neck. I eyed the sword in the corner and wished I could have got it. I felt the metal of his sword against my neck. He asked me the classic question of "any last words" and I spit in his face and pushed him. I wished I had the sword and it came flying to me. Yeah bitch. I swung at him, he ducked. He swung back and I blocked the attack. He seemed surprised at my great sword abilities and I took it to my advantage. I swung the sword and made a gash in his chest. I kept swinging but he just stood there, what the hell? When I stopped he said sarcastically "ow, that hurt". He blinked and you would have shit bricks if you saw his black eyes. Not black in the way Erica's were grayish-green but, like, black. Black everywhere. Like fully black. No pupil. No cornea. No anything else that belongs in the eye. Just black.
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Blast
FantasyShe wakes up in an unknown place, no memory of anything, not even her magic power. Could it all be part of the damage of the blast, or could it be something else? Who knows? Not her. Not the darkness. Who?
