A Warrior through and through

Davim

"You hid yourself well," Davim responded, his grin distorting his already messed up face. His teeth were yellow and broken. They looked like the tips of numerous rock spires.

"I was not hiding," I told him, my face expressionless. He looked at me for a second then threw his head back and burst into laughter. It was crazed, loud and sounded like the bark of a dog.

"It has been FIFTEEN YEARS! Fifteen whole years of searching for you and you are here, in this little backward town living like a poor commoner!"

It was my turn to laugh now as he said that. I couldn't help it. He glared at me with his bloodshot eyes, his face contorting into an expression of anger that stretched the scar running down his right eye.

"Why ARE YOU LAUGHING!" He screamed. He was shaking a little. I realized that his mind may be damaged beyond repair. But still I laughed, harder than before.

"You come to me to tell me that I am living like a poor commoner. Have you looked at a mirror in the last year or so? You look like a tramp.It suits you.Your looks now match your wicked heart you dirty-" Suddenly, some force threw me into my house. I landed on my back next to the entrance of the kitchen. Pain that I had long forgotten hit me hard. I groaned as I sat up and leaned on the wall facing him. He had a crazed look on his face. His grin was wide and showed all of his terrible teeth. His hand was outstretched towards me. A red glow floated lazily around his fingers not unlike the way ink floats in water. I was alarmed. How could it be? Davim did not have the gift. He saw the look on my face and somehow managed to spread his nasty smile even further.

"Do you like my new power? What you have experienced is true magick. Mig told me so. I am now more powerful than you reaper. I am the master now. I AM THE MASTER NOW!" He shouted as he Pulled his hand and closed his fist. The red glow grew bright in his hand. The wall I was leaning on started groaning . I could feel some force pushing the wood into my back. I needed to move. I looked straight at him and focused. His hand was now covered with that red glow. The roof above me started creaking. I realized that Davim wanted to bury me in my own house. Rage boiled inside of me. This was all I had left of her. I could not let this insane man destroy it. I called on powers deep inside of me. Powers that I promised never to use again. 

I moved faster than he could see and pushed him away from my house. he flew down the steps and rolled quite a distance. He got up quite quickly however, though the smile on his face was gone.

"Ahh, the reaper awakens," He said softly, though his voice was quite audible. I balled my fists and slowly allowed my power to circulate through my veins. I felt better than I had ever felt in a very long time. "Now you shall see the power of MIG!" Davim screamed as raised his hands. The ground rumbled, and a circle of red energy glowed around him. Huge roots glowing with the same energy as him erupted from the earth and shot towards me. I sighed and flicked my hand.

A bolt of purple flames shot towards them. The flames quickly burnt the roots, turning them into nothing but ash.

"You forgot who I am Davim," I shouted over the sound of breaking earth. It was Time to end this.

"I HAVE MIG!" Davim shouted. The threw his hands to the ground. I moved towards him, expecting more roots to fly at me. Suddenly, I heard the cracking of wood. I turned around. I saw the roots bursting out of my roof and windows. The house groaned, the sound not unlike that of a dying person.

"No,NO! DAVIM! STOP THIS!" I shouted. He grinned at me as he stood up. He moved his hands like a conductor in an orchestra. The roots moved on his command and entangled themselves. They broke through the walls like it was paper. The house was torn apart, and a piece of me with it. Just like that, she was gone. I fell to my knees, ignoring everything around me. I was lost in a sea of grief and pain. Something fell out of the sky and landed next to my knees. It was a sword. Her sword. It was still in its scabbard, ready to be drawn. I held the hilt of the blade. The air stilled as rage grew inside of me. Davim has stopped, sensing my power. I stood up and turned around to face him.

"Davim," I said softly, almost intimately.

"Davim, I WILL KILL YOU!" I screamed as I removed the blade from its scabbard.

For the first time in fifteen years, I let my power run free.