CH. 66 ~ Battle of Words

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Sound is the first sense that comes back to me followed by sight. I hear heavy panting coming from the inhumane being in the room whom I recognize as none other than Queen Lee. The only person I don't notice is Uhreia but I can't waste my time.

It takes me a moment to move my limp body, still being held upside down by the black tendril that's wrapped around my ankle. My dangling form is starting to feel heavier as the pain in my chest from where the Queen's magic trespassed my chest.

I try to move my arms, only managing to flex my fingers in my good hand. This tiny motion is all it took for the queen to realize that her magic hadn't worked, that I was still alive.

"UGH! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" She bellows, waving a hand through the air which the black substance holding into my lag mimics, launching me across the room.

I fly through the air, being dragged around like a rag doll which makes my head spin. I'm dragged through a pillar, barely being able to solidify the air around me with my magic to protect myself as I crash through the pillar.

I tumble away from the queen, crashing finally against the farthest wall from her. If it weren't for the hardened air barrier I made, I surely would have busted my head open when I pummeled through the pillar.

"WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?!" The queen shrieks in a fit of rage, frustrated to see me alive and for the most part, whole. There's a large ache in my chest where her magic passed through to try to stop my heart, but there's no sign of any puncture wound other than the nasty bruise that had started to form.

I've regained most of my control over my body, my limbs finally reacting to my commands. The pain from my head and leg wounds are starting to come back to me as I try to lift myself off the floor which makes it a much more difficult task than it should be.

"It's not my time yet," I reply breathlessly, clutching my head as I get up off the ground, leaning into the wall for balance and stability.

"Not your time? NOT YOUR TIME?! IT'S PAST YOUR DAMN TIME YOU DISGUSTING WENCH!" She sends another round of cursed magic my way which slams me against the wall I was propped up against, almost knocking my air out but thanks to the shield I made it doesn't affect me as much. "SCUM LIKE YOU DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE! NOT AFTER EVERYTHING YOUR MOTHER TOOK FROM ME!"

Even in her demonic-looking state, there's a deep hurting in her eyes, one that reveals the deepest of scars hidden away under the layers of hate and disdain.

"You already killed her. Give it up already." I'm not sure how I'm able to keep my voice stable, hiding the boiling anger that churns in the innermost part of my heart.

This vile woman before me has been the cause of my suffering for so damn long, and all of a sudden my mother asks me to forgive her, saying that it's the only way to defeat her.

But how could I possibly forgive someone so wretched, so immensely despicable? I'm aware that these negative emotions are what's causing her powers to increase, but how can I stop what I feel towards her?

These emotions are just years of pent up anger and rage from all the atrocities she made me go through, it's not fixable overnight.

She continues to heavily attack me, sending her magic to strike every single opening she thinks I may have which obstructs me from attacking back.

Frustration and deep hatred begin to boil under my skin and she happily feeds off it, smiling sinisterly at the surge in power she's experiencing from it.

Her powers grow abnormally strong and it's becoming impossible for me to hold up against it. My muscles grow tired from the overexertion of power and my breathing becomes even more strained than it already is. I feel like giving up, seeing that that would be the best thing to do when I hear a little voice inside.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐚𝐮) 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙Where stories live. Discover now