Dark Magic, Dark Love

Prologue

I was told that magic was a good thing. That it was to be cherished and be proud of. But how can it be good when it turned me into a whole new person?

I'm not like what I use to be. I fight with myself, trying to win over what's good and what's bad. I some times end up doing things that I don't even realize what I've done until it's too late.

It's bad. It's really bad.

And I can't stop it because it's myself.

I can't shut down. I can't make it end.

I don't know what to do if it becomes too late.

I don't know what I'll be capable of.

I don't know what I'll become.

I don't know who will be able to stop me.

I don't even know if I'll even be able to stop.

What will I become?