!Being Remade!

War of Souls

I slowly stepped through the halls of the old, dark, and dusty castle. It had been empty for years, but yet it wasn't. Nobody ever went in here unless they had a death wish, or they needed power and was too scared to actually train for it as I have.

I continued walking, my cape flowing slightly behind me as my eyes darted around. My vision was slightly cut off from my hood, but that didn't matter. I held onto my scepter tightly for protection of those who linger near, and any brave enough to attack.

I grinned deviously as I stopped in front of the red velvet doors, a gold frame and navy blue vines curling around the edges. As I pushed the door open I was met with a swarm of dust particles, but I was used to breathing in worse so I continued on.

There he was, frozen in his crystal prison upon his throne. Oh, how I missed him, how much guilt I felt for not being there when it happened has always racked through me for all these years. I'm just glad I'm strong enough to let him free.

I let my hood down, my snow white hair fluttering slightly. I took hold on my scepter once more and took off the bandages around my right eye, a scar now ripping across the top to the bottom. The pupil turned grey.
I gently tied the bandages around the end of the staff of my scepter, and aimed at his heart.

"Don't worry I'm only helping you, mo grá." I reassured him and closed my eyes, a soft smile on my face.

I took in a deep breath through my nostrils, and let it through my mouth as I started to float along with the ruble and other items clattered across the carpeted floor. My scepter began to glow a deep blue as it slowly flowed to the frozen man I've long waited to be with once again.

The most seeped into the crystal, slowly wearing away at the prison. As it cracked away and it finally crumbled to pieces. The man I loved and has been waiting to see him for years, lay on the ground coughing up dust with tears stinging his eyes.

He finished his coughing fit and looked up at me with bloodshot eyes. I felt tears start streaming down my face. "S-Shadow...".

I stopped writing. Why did I write this? I was supposed to write about how Hitler had fallen in WW2. Not... whatever this is.

"Dude. What did you write?" Sammi asked over my shoulder.

"I don't know, I thought I was writing about the war. But somehow I... didn't?" I shrugged.

"It looks cool."

"Thanks?"

We laughed and continued our work, I kept the page of writing with me though. Something annoyed me about it, like it made me feel angry for some reason. On well, I'll ask Shadow when we're done.

I already miss him.

Mo grá = my love