The Lost Fairy🕊

Chapter 3

That very moment something in me changed. I'm not sure if I even remember it well but I became a person I never thought I would ever be. It all happened so fast. I was lost, yet found. Myself yet a stranger.

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I could feel the anger raging inside my body, I experienced it all in a flash. My blood was boiling in my veins as I looked at the source of these emotions.

My dull golden eyes, that normally wouldn't even dare to take a glance of him, pierced my victim with an intense amount of pressure. The blood running from my eyes didn't bother me at all neither did it affect my sight, I wouldn't even have noticed it at all if red drops of liquid hadn't been falling to the ground.

Both of my eyes were  locked on the Proffesor. Nothing else, just him.

I could feel the fear comming from him, I could smell it.

I enjoyed it. I felt like for all he did to me, he deserved it, deserved everything that was about to happen.

With a blank mind all I could think of was revenge, no clear doubt would enter my head. I was completly numb.

I felt the energy comming from my body - maifesting itself, the magic flowing into the air, waiting to be released.

Then there they were - sparks.

3 little balls of pure energy.

They weren't exactly bright enough to get blind or anything, but sure as hell they did illuminate the entire room in shorter than a heartbeat.

The more I narrowed my eyes, the more they took on shape until they reached one that would put a normal sword clearly  into the shadows.

I then closed my eyes and let them aim straight forward towards myself. Not to hurt myself however, but to dp something I was longing for, for years.

In no time at all, all my chains were cut into pieces, revealing my now blue and beaten skin beneath them.

I still remember it as it was yesterday how happy I had been when I felt the wind blowing softly against my wirst for the very first time.

But little did I know that those now free hands of myself, soon would be drenched with the blood of another.

Freedome itself didn't seem enough for me at this point. I seeked for something deeper than that. Something that meant no turning back. It was revenge.

Revenge for everything that had happened to me - for everyone that had been put through the same hell as I went trough and for all those years I had lost as well as the family I could have had.

Holding the sword tightly in my now free hands, I slowly moved forward. Step for step I got closer to the man that held his arms before his face, trying to cover himself.

I remember clearly how he begged for mercy. How he begged I would spare his life. How I should give him a second choice, trying to charm me with his empty words and promises.

I enjoyed it.

"Mercy you say? Who gave mercy to me all those years? You may have  had a chance before but now it's game over.", those were my very last words, which I spoke to the Proffesor.

In just the blink of an eye it was all over. My sword had pierced right trough his heart. The blade was dripping with blood and his screams echoed in my ears.

I had killed someone. I took the life of another human. With my very own hands.

Slowly after that, as if the mist in front of my eyes had finally cleared itself, I finally returned back to my senses.