random thing i wrote-

The one and Only Part

Suddenly, a blood curdling scream, so loud it would have shaken Zeus himself was beard across the field. Ezereth's head swung around so fast that it hurt her neck. Her attackers froze when they heard it too.

On the ground, surrounded by masked men was her brother. Her precious baby brother whom she had raised since she was nine. Since her parents decided they weren't good enough Children to be looked after properly.

Red Hot rage coarsed through her body and she could feel her power too. She knew they all thought she was weak. That she didn't have enough magic to do real damage to their forces. But they were wrong.

Darkness was forming around her. She could hear the shocked gasps from the people around her. She played them no mind as she let the shadows take control. She had been neglecting them in hopes of keeping her powers a secret. To keep her brother safe. Tendrils of black surrounded her, lashing out at anything stupid enough to get close to her. She was a shadow wielder. And as far as she knew, as the history books knew, she was the first of her kind.

One man stepped forward, sword raised at her like that would do anything. "What are you...?" The man asked.She didn't grace him with an answer, she simply allowed the shadows to lash out grabbing the man and pulling him in. His scream was silenced as it barely began. When the shadows returned to her side all that was left in his place was the iron sword he had held.

Ezereth turned her body to face the men who were frozen in place over her brother. She didn't even step forward, simply raising her hand, pointing in their direction. The shadows jumped forward, ripping off arms, legs anything that wasn't iron was gone in moments, simply consumed by the darkness.

There was silence.

Then a whizz.

Ezereth flinched for a moment, her eyes closing. When they had opened she saw an arrow standing in her brothers skull.

All the anger and rage was wiped out of her body, replaced by a sense of anguish.She felt her legs weakening as she dropped to the ground.

A pained scream erupted from her and in a matter of milliseconds her shadows were exploding from everywhere around her.

New ones were forming coming out from under trees and anywhere there was darkness.

Waves of void washed over the land and Ezereth could feel them closing in on the castle. On the king. On the one who made magic illegal. Magic a thing you were either born with or not. A thing that people had no control over.

She could feel them destroy anyone and anything that tried to stop them.

Then she felt the very moment that they reached the king. She could feel his pain as they ripped him to shreds and she liked it.

She enjoyed feeling the suffering she caused for the man who had caused so much more to so many more people, the man who had wrongfully murdered and imprisoned hundreds. Hundreds of people just like her.

That's for my brother you fucking bastard. She thought.