It was nothing I’d ever seen. Nothing I’d ever imagined.
It was worse than every horror movie. Every nightmarish creature.
The dark magic whispered around it. Shadows like tentacles leeched out into the air. I knew under it’s cloak of darkness was a thing capable of devouring my very soul.
But I met it’s hollowed out, empty eye sockets, knowing that it could somehow still see. That it knew what I was too.
That it knew I was Fae.
It screeched.
My hair stood on end. My body tensed. But I held my ground. Refused to move.
It took a step. Then another step. It’s gnarly, twisted claw like feet scratching across the stone.
Come to me.
I thought the words.
Whispered my magic into them.
Acting more out of instinct than knowledge because none of Jelric’s training had prepared me for this. None of his lessons taught me how to fight this.
But somehow I seemed to know. Somehow the magic within me knew.
It stepped up to me. It’s body twice my size. By all the laws of nature I didn’t stand a chance and yet in this moment I didn’t feel fear. I didn’t feel afraid.
I felt calm.
Controlled.
As I shut my eyes the creature engulfed me. It’s blackness surrounding me.
I heard screams. Far off. As if an audience was watching me.
It’s tentacles, it’s claws, all of it tore at my skin, at my flesh.
I pulled again. One final time.
And my magic responded with fury. With rage.
It blasted out of me. My eyes flashed open, I gasped as a myriad of colours swirled, replacing the darkness, replacing the black.
The creature twisted. It screamed as my magic eviscerated it.
And then it was gone.
The spectral, the light, all of it.
I let out a gasp of air. My heart was still pounding. My head was buzzing from the magic still pumping in my veins. But I had done it. Somehow, incomprehensibly I had done it.
Nela ran up to me, grabbing my shoulders. “How the hell did you do that?”
“Beats me.” I shrugged.
She burst into laughter, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe.
“You might have to have more of an answer than that.” She said nodding her head.