Wickedly Magical

"I can't take this anymore!" A river flowed from her eyes with no notion of stopping. It broke my heart to see her in such a state.
"Y/n."
She looked up to me, her vision blurred by the amount of tears streaming from her silver eyes.
I pulled my sword out of the air and held it out in front of me.
"I swear upon my sword to protect you at any cost! Even my life." I looked straight into her big, glossy tear-filled eyes. Her tears stopped flowing as her chapped lips parted in astonishment.
"No. NO! It's my job to protect you!" Her tears once from sadness turned into tears of frustration and confusion.
I smiled kindly towards her, no matter what she does it always seems to put a smile on my face.
I slammed my sword to the ground causing pieces of concrete to scatter as my sword impelled the ground. I got down on one knee and bowed my head.
"You alleviate me, improve me, fix me...

You complete me, so I can to continue to protect you. A knight must live to protect his princess, no?"

Magic. It only exists in someone's wild imagination...

or does it?

Magic is beautiful.

Magic was beautiful.

Magic's not beautiful.

Magic is Wicked!

"Y/n L/n Congratulations, you have been chosen to be the new Enchantress! Don't disappoint us"

⚠️ Well contain explicit scenes of death. It will be a horror story!!! May contain foul language⚠️