Lost in Worlds

Fury

She seethed, teeth grinding as she reminded herself of how she felt a year ago. Living at her house with her intolerable, narcissistic mother, oblivious father and obnoxious older sister. She fisted her hands, a fiery pain shooting from her palm through her chest and straight to her heart. They wouldn't care that she had left, either that, or they would care to the point of punishing her. No in between. Oh, the way they destroyed her friendships, took away her freedom, sending her into a barrel of fake laughs and unbearable smiles.

She shifted her attention towards her first day in the realm, careful to avoid the thought of meeting her mate to prevent joy from outshining the anger in her growing power. She recalled the way the Queen had tortured her, stabbing her thighs, showing the memories of her dreadful past. She skipped thinking of the Pack for the blinding light they had shone in her black hole, instead focussing on fury and pain the Bloody Queen had wrought on her.

A blast of electricity coursed through her veins, warming her body, bellies, and toes. She imagined knocking down the surrounding flora and fauna, branches tearing off the hinges, leaves crunching under her feet. Another blast shocked through her but it didn't burn, merely fired her already boiling heart.

"That's good."

She overheard a voice near her guiding the power almost overwhelming her. She recognised the voice from a while back, however, too concentrated on the fire to bother looking them in the eye.

"You've mastered the emotion. Now, find your catalyst. What sets your magic off?"

Her light feet danced, hitting the ground repeatedly. Left foot, right foot, both feet. Repeat. Each time she slammed her feet, she allowed the heat to warm the ground further. Soon enough, a huge, red mark spotted the ground as she cut through crisp leaves, twigs and scorched the remaining bushes.

She instantly stopped, no sound coming in or out of the forest. No bird chirped as she looked Caleb in the eyes, lifted her foot, reminded herself of the fury rummaging in her head and punched down. Hard. Her eyes shut tight as she blasted nature, of a nearby radius, to bits. Trees sprung off their roots, birds screeching as they fled for safety.

They grinned together this time.

"Terrific job." He gestured to the now very much alive battlefield then back at her. She looked too, noticing her worried-ass mate frantically searching for her. She turned to face Caleb, ready to thanking him for all his help, only to find close to nothing. A small whisper of his past presence remained; his diary. She flipped to the last page again, this time more daintily, and found it written in. A farewell from someone she had loved, lost and found again.

Epilogue

Dear Avery,

Not Dear Diary. Dear Avery.

You're welcome and thank you. For the memories, for the laughs, not just of today. It really is goodbye, now.

P.S Go kill this Queen. Literally.

Once again, she had found him. And once again, he had left.

A sob exited her mouth. But no crying. Not now. All her tears had turned to rage and she felt prepared to take on this damned world.

She screamed. A scream of emotional strength, pain and love. She sprinted to the battlefield, no one having seen her yet. She fired at the nearest Queen's soldier, her inner fury sending them flying off her feet and into the closest ally. Two down, the rest to go. She continued knocking those nearby, off their feet, large groups at a time.

She could defeat the Queen, had no other choice.

Exhilaration masked her features, the freeing feeling enough to send her soaring through the skies. It took the Queen minutes before she bothered to acknowledge Avery and her young magic. She waved to the Bloody Queen, sashaying over to the temporary throne the royal had conjured. The Bloody Queen laughed. Fucking laughed. An action that only heightened the grow of Avery's magic.

How dare she hurt several innocent beings, for not reason but for play, for the shits and giggles. How dare she let Sam become the shell of himself that he is now. How dare she plant such a mass amount of trauma on so many already struggling people. How dare she stand there and not damn this Queen to the ends of the earth.

Avery had magic. Now she could strike.

Her final blast of magic hit the Bloody Queen square in the chest, plummeting her to the ground. The royal had been unprepared and conceited in underestimating Avery's power. For that she would pay, dearly. She stood over the Bloody Queen, leg on either side of her fallen body, she leaned down ready to snap her neck. The Bloody Queen allowed a weak smile to cover her face and Avery turned her nose up at it.

She may be beautiful with a full face of clown make-up, but no amount of cosmetics filling her guts could make her even close to being appealing on the inside.

The Bloody Queen held out an already frail hand, Avery's magic having taken control, and pointed it outwards. A surge of electricity soared through air. Avery ignored it and watched her die with that same smile on her face. The need to snap her neck gone. No one would miss a ruthless, killer anyway.

She released the Queen, letting go of the weak, useless part of her life that would hold her back for the last time.