It glowed bright in my hand, looking almost as if it were on fire. It hummed as the Magic coursed through it. “Don’t!” The man leading the group of frightened townsfolk was yelling. “Release the staff!” “I cannot! It is a part of me! I simply can’t!” I shout back. “People you love will suffer and die because of you!” As he was saying this, a woman is pushed to the front on the group. “Skylor!” I shout, pushing out all my anger and fear. The staff responds, pushing out a wave of Magic, knocking them all back. It leaves me weary and tired. The man that was shouting angrily grabs Skylor and drags her away as she kicks and screams for help. “No” I shout weakly. I try to use more
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You are a sick, twisted man, and what you do to all these people is beyond wrong. I refuse.”
“Then you have made your choice. Say goodbye to your town. Take her to the room.”
I stopped struggling. She noticed, but before she could say or do anything, Chase drove a sword into her back. She gasped, and coughed, blood dripping from her mouth. She released my throat, and I took hold of her before she could fall. I laid her on the ground, carefully. She was fading fast.
She spoke, her voice raspy and weak, in English, just four words: “I love you, Becca.”
“I love you, too. Oh Gods I love you.” I kissed her, every ounce of my love and all the grief and sadness, and joy and heartbreak I have ever felt for her, pouring into the kiss. I felt her go limp, her eyes still open, but empty of life, empty of the light she brought into the world. I buried my head in her shoulder, crying, begging her to come back. It couldn’t end like this.
Chase pulled me away, dragged me away from her. I struggled against him, but he was stronger than me. I let myself be taken away. I looked back at the lifeless body of the girl I loved.
“I’m so sorry.” I whispered.
I would join her later that night. I left the knife in my hands, and my guardian crying over my bloody
You are a sick, twisted man, and what you do to all these people is beyond wrong. I refuse.”
“Then you have made your choice. Say goodbye to your town. Take her to the room.”
I stopped struggling. She noticed, but before she could say or do anything, Chase drove a sword into her back. She gasped, and coughed, blood dripping from her mouth. She released my throat, and I took hold of her before she could fall. I laid her on the ground, carefully. She was fading fast.
She spoke, her voice raspy and weak, in English, just four words: “I love you, Becca.”
“I love you, too. Oh Gods I love you.” I kissed her, every ounce of my love and all the grief and sadness, and joy and heartbreak I have ever felt for her, pouring into the kiss. I felt her go limp, her eyes still open, but empty of life, empty of the light she brought into the world. I buried my head in her shoulder, crying, begging her to come back. It couldn’t end like this.
Chase pulled me away, dragged me away from her. I struggled against him, but he was stronger than me. I let myself be taken away. I looked back at the lifeless body of the girl I loved.
“I’m so sorry.” I whispered.
I would join her later that night. I left the knife in my hands, and my guardian crying over my bloody