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It was at this point that reason left my head, replaced by the animalistic urge to live, to survive and evade capture. I was a wolf, a beast, and huntress in my own right, but nownow I was no better than prey.
Again and again, I heard Nolan’s roar in my mind, the ragged sound he’d make when he found all the blood and realized I’d been taken.
You said you wouldn’t leave, Daisy. You promised me.
I could hear him as though he were standing right here, hovering over my shoulder as he watched me bleed and bleed and bleed. I could feel his fractured heart like it were my own, and the feeling of hopelessness that followed, it made me angry.
How dare they destroy my hard work, k**l my people, and ruin my life? The families they’ve shattered were wounds that went even deeper than the ones on my body. They’d never stop, not until I was bound and shacked, my free will shredded and blowing in a blood-soaked breeze.
The well of electrifying magic bubbled, rising in my veins as it reached out to meet me halfway.
There was no pulling from it, no slow draw of magic as I took my time crafting what outcome I wanted.
No, I plunged into its depths and let the pain and euphoria l**k my skin, drawing from that dark, savage part of me that wanted these witches to pay for every life lost, for every building b****d and family destroyed.
I want them d**d.
I want all of them d**d.
A rush of utter darkness, of putrid decadence like melted chocolate and rotted flesh, filled my body from head-to-toe. It wrapped around my soul like a shroud, whispering sweet words of vengeance. It chased away the fog cluttering my brain, devouring the spots that speckled my vision, and injecting me with what I could only describe as absolute f*****g power.
Whatever this was, it felt good.
One of the witches hovered behind me, a chain of silver clanking in her hands, burning as it was wound around my wrists. I barely felt the sting. It couldn’t touch this strange, newfound strength.
Through my tangled, blood-soaked hair I craned my head up at the witch who had first spoke, the one leading this attack.
I smiled at her; my teeth tainted red with blood.
“You’re all going to d*e.”
A fat droplet of scarlet blossomed from her eye, dangling off her lower lid like a tear. It drizzled down her cheek, a streak of metallic she reached out to wipe away. She inspected her fingers, her smug expression melting away to confusion, and then finally, terror.
Screams and gasps rang out around me as the other witches too found blood leaking from their eyes, leaving tracks down their cheeks.
“You” The witch sputtered, releasing a wet hack as blood began to flow from her mouth and ears.
“You have no idea…what you have done.”
She, like all the others, clutched at her face as though it would stop the flow of blood from their bodies.
Faster and stronger it grew, egged on by my rage and the command I’d given. A single thud sounded and was the start of many. Where the others died screaming, their last wails cut off as a final wet gurgle took over, the witch leading this coup, she died quietly.
What did she mean when she said I had no idea what I’d done?
I realized it too late.
The witches that had surrounded me were d**d, but the power that flowed through my veins, it didn’t fade. If anything, it seemed to latch onto me, digging invisible claws far past flesh and bone. I could feel it, this foulness I’d mistaken for absolute power.
I looked down at my hands, shuddering as my entire body went cold.
“What have I done?” I gasped.
My fingertips were black, with veins the same sickening shade crawling up them. It was like I’d dipped them into something no one should ever touch, something poisonous and vile. Something that didn’t want to leave.
It was dark magic, it had to be.
Invisible claws latched onto a part of me that was much deeper than mere flesh and bone, wrapping and coiling like the scaled body of a snake. The pleasure soured, and as spasm after spasm rocked my body, I tasted its foulness on my tongue.
I was entangled in it’s grasp, powerless even though mere seconds ago I k****d an entire group of witches with my mind.
The way it split my thoughts like a deck of cards, shuffling through them before turning each one over to inspect it felt like a violation.
Everything hurt. The pain was so consuming that I couldn’t tell which parts of me were still intact. My skin b****d from the silver tipped arrows, stung from the slices in my flesh, and b****d because every movement I made jostled the quills protruding from my back.
The forest was growing darker, the shadows dancing around the edges of my vision. They thrashed and writhed, their whispers just out of reach. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t the forest that was growing dim, slowly draining of color.
It was me. My strength was failing, and I didn’t have nearly enough to fight off the dark magic while also keeping myself from bleeding out.
A splash of crimson blossomed in my peripherals like the petals of a wilted rose.
An idea came to mind, one that would’ve made me sick if I weren’t standing on d***h’s precipice.
When I looked back on this moment, I wouldn’t remember digging my fingers into the dirt to propel myself forward. I wouldn’t be able to recall the feeling of dirt and stone getting wedged under my nails, packed into my wounds as I slid along the forest floor.
What I would remember is the moment I reached her, the witch that shot me.
I’d remember sinking my teeth into her neck, tearing into her flesh with human canine teeth. They were so dull compared to Maya’s, so terrible at slashing through flesh that it was almost a chore to get to what little blood remained in her body.
I swallowed and swallowed, drinking the liquid strength that poured from her body in a sea of red.
My skin began to itch horribly as the wound on my side, where I’d been grazed by an arrow, began knitting itself together. The ones on my back were another story all together. I couldn’t reach to pull the arrows out of my flesh, and I didn’t have enough strength for my magic to get the job done.
“Shadows, I need your help.” I croaked, wincing at how sore my throat felt.
Help…help……help… They whispered in dozens of overlapping voices.
I clenched my hands into fists, unable to look at the stain on my skin and those unnerving veins that crawled up my fingers like poisonous spider webs.
“Can you get rid of thisthis evil inside of me?” I tried not to beg them, but I was terrified.
I thought I was slowly becoming comfortable with magic, but this was a wake-up call that showed me just how little I actually knew.
Each word ached like I’d swallowed mouthfuls of glass, but I forced them out regardless. The shadows writhed at the sound of my voice beckoning them closer. To anyone else, it would’ve looked ordinary.
Similar to how shadows dance along the walls in a dimly lit room. If they looked closer they might see the hundreds of tendrils all curling around one another, all speaking in their high-pitched whispers.
Yesss…we can help you, master. We can take the darknesss.
My sigh of relief sounded more like a sob, melting the tension in my shoulders until they slumped. The shadows weren’t done, though. Their voices shot out from all sides of the forest, all of them saying the same thing.
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