~Wings of Fire~ 🔥Darkmaker🔥 [[DISCONTINUED]]

Chapter 9: iNSaNiTy

I blinked my eyes open to darkness.

What?

I stared down at my claws. I could see them in perfect light; everything around me was black.

I was suspended in what I assumed was mid air, like I was floating.

Suddenly, the darkness took the form of a black dragon in front of me. The shadows opened its eyes to reveal glowing, pure white irises. This dragon's eyes were blank in a weird deathly way.

"Hello, Teardrop," it spoke, its voice raspy and cold. 

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, growling.

"I am Darkblood, young one. And you are in your own mind."

"My own mind?"

Darkblood grinned, showing his sharp white teeth.

"Darkness has invaded your mind, Tear. You have been using your magic too much."

"I haven't done that many spells, though.."

"Maybe it was something else you did. Maybe.. you chose this darker path."

Darkblood began pacing around me.

"Chose? No, I would never want to hurt my... friends..." I trailed off as Darkblood loomed over me.

"Open wide, Tear," Darkblood grinned before morphing into a pure black ball.

I screamed and the ball shot towards my open mouth, down my throat... into my heart...

The black ball of darkness consumed around my heart and my eyes flashed red.

I had only one thought: Kill.

I grabbed the nearest thing beside me - a blade of grass - and enchanted it to bring me back to Jade Mountain. In a flash I was gone, back at the cursed Mountain.

Moonrise was there beside me, asking if I was alright.

I turned my gaze toward her. My eyes must have gone back to normal, because she didn't react.

I glared at the blade of grass in my palm and thought. Enchant this blade of grass to turn into a sickle-dagger, wickedly sharp, indestructible to any matter of harm, and I enchant this blade of grass so whenever I am holding it, I am indestructible and immune to any cause of death, now matter what the method and to make me more powerful than anyone could ever dream of.

Immediately the blade of grass turned into the dagger. 

Moonrise gasped and stumbled backwards.

I studied the dagger. It had a sickle, it was wickedly sharp, and I felt invincible. It had worked.

Now - to kill everyone.

I stared up at Moonrise, who was looking into my eyes with pure horror.

I whispered something to the dagger and let it slip from my talons.

Moments before it hit the ground, faster than liquid lightning, it wrenched itself away from its would-be inevitable fall and embedded itself up to the hilt in Moonrise's stomach.

Her shriek made me grin.

See? Darkblood whispered, somewhere in my mind. You want to hurt your friends.

I grinned wickedly as the dagger wrenched itself across her stomach, drawing a full circle, Moonrise shrieking the entire time, when it all connected up again and the circle fell away, bringing Moonrise's intestines with it.

The NightWing hybrid fell to the ground, her eyes blank, her mouth curled in a scream of pain and horror.

The dagger returned to me.

I flapped my wings and flew into the mountain.

Dragonets all around me were screaming as I was holding the dagger that had killed my best friend.

I landed in front of a RainWing dragonet whom I believe was called Toucan.

I glowered at him, let the dagger go, and soon he was dead too.

Everyone screamed as I let go of the dagger.

One by one, it wrenched itself from the corpses it had just killed at stabbed everyone else. Soon everyone was dead.

Everyone but one.

Nightweaver.

The NightWing was attempting to camouflage in with the shadows.

Don't be boring, Darkblood whispered. Kill him yourself.

I thundered toward him, and stopped a few claws short of him.

"Tear, why are you doing this?" He whispered, tears pouring down his snout.

I grinned.

"Don't you remember what Animus magic can do, Nightweaver? I'm disappointed in you; out of everyone you should be the one to know."

With that, I raked my claws down the side of his face, tearing off his flesh and tendons to the bone.

I ripped his stomach open, but let the dagger do the finishing job.

I watched, grinning mercilessly, as the blade sliced itself across the NightWing's neck, like the widest, bloodiest, wickedest smile in the world.

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I screamed and jolted myself awake.

Real awake, not in that horrible, horrible alternate universe where I was evil. Not with Darkblood.

I looked around. Amazingly, everyone was still asleep. 

I sighed and looked at my necklace.

I decided that I was going to need a soul reader, like Darkstalker had made for Fathom when he was still good.

Darkstalker...

I shivered. 

It reminded me so much of Darkblood.

I took a shaky breath.

There was no Darkblood. It was all just a dream. Right?

A raspy, cold voice whispering in my ears, in my mind, in my heart, made my blood run ice cold, made my eyes transform into wide circles of horror, made my heart stop beating, all for half a second:

"Wrong."