Through Clashes & Burns

Through Clashes amd Burns

As he painstakingly trudged into the dark room, he shivered. His eyes opened, though he knew it would not help, and sat on the edge of his bed. The cool breeze whisped across his face, as weak as he was, as he tried to block out the mesmerizing voices that had overcrowded him.

"You have failed."

"You are a sorry excuse for a mentor."

His breathing began to quicken and soon his distress had turn to dismay, and tears began to wet his face. Every moment from before flashed into his mind as he cringed through the pain. He hung his head down into his hands. He could remember every blood-rushing moment stabbing his mind. He grazed his eyes with his fingertips. He played the memories back in perfect order and ran back in time...

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He winced and painfully hoisted himself up. He held his hand up to his head at the pounding headache he now had, and sneered at the opponent before him. He knew how much he had done and how he had affected his life so much and it hurt him mentally as much physically.

He gazed at his lifeless apprentice laying no more than a few meters away. His heart rate jumped, but he quickly contained his composure enough to speak.

"You should not have done that."

"And why is that? Is it because you have no one  else to pass your weakness upon?"

"No...because I have nothing left to fear."

He jumped and clashed his sword with his, and the two ignited into a ferocious battle. The fire in their eyes contributed to their anger, and for the first time in his life, he wasn't the father figure he had placed himself to be. He wasn't the hero had so longed to become. He transformed into into the very evil in front of him. His eyes melted into a fiery gold, and pierced into the darkest corners of the enemy's soul.

He had no way to retaliate, and he dropped to his knees, his eyes fell back, and he fell from the platform from where he was standing. The man blinked, and his eyes returned to their natural state.

He was shocked at what he'd done. He had always hated them for what they did, but he never thought he'd be able to use that kind of power...

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Returning to the dark room, his head was bombarded with thoughts of what is he is going to do next. He shook his head, erasing the thought of vengeance. He had it coming and he knew it. They always told him this would happen. That the day he managed to find himself would be the day he lost someone else.

I'm Tears moistened his eyes and realized there was no one to hold them back for when they streamed across his face. But he knew he had no choice but to get on with his life, as if he really had much of one anymore. He strained his eyes to see, but the damage was done, and he could see nothing. But he did all he could do for now, as he stood up to begin his day.