The Hands of Fate

Chapter 28

"You're the shertswire," Farah inhaled sharply as she felt a pain in her rib. "You're the-the one, you work for Amara, don't you," she spoke weakly. 

"Ah, smart one, aren't you," he chuckled. "If only we were in different circumstances, I may be able to help you and that smart brain of yours, but, alas, we cannot always get what we want, now can we?" 

"As if I'd ever want you to be on my side. I know your tactics. Pretending to do good for others, while all along you're just benefiting yourself,"  Farah managed to hiss. Alatar's eyes narrowed at her words. Clearly over her comments, Alatar took his hand, flexing it, and turning it clockwise. Farah felt the air leave her lungs, her hands now clutching her throat. Her eyes bulged, and she struggled to try and catch a breath. As he let go, Farah gasped for air, coughing and wheezing. The male threw his hand forward with little to no effort, and Farah hit the back wall once more, her head suddenly ringing. She had to get out of here. She had to escape. Standing, she staggered towards the cell door. 

"Ah ah ah, not so fast," Alatar gave a laugh, clearly enjoying this. Grabbing Farah's wrist, he threw her against the wall. Turning his hand clockwise, keeping the woman stuck, his dark eyes gleamed dangerously. Farah blinked, dots appearing in her eyesight. She felt her heart shift, and her vision began to disappear. She felt so close to death, so close to escaping this world. Ready to give in, Farah closed her eyes, prepared for death. Willing to meet it like a close friend. Shaking, the woman suddenly felt an urge of hope, strength. Opening her eyes, she kneed the man in the stomach, watching him double over, not prepared for the blow. Stumbling, Farah threw the door to the cell open, in luck that Alatar hadn't locked it. Once out, she fell to the ground, shutting her eyes. 

Now out, she felt stronger. Her head suddenly filled with her extensive knowledge that she had forgotten before. Standing, still shakily, Farah turned to Alatar who now stood straight again. The male looked ready to attack, angry that she had  touched him. Lunging forward, he attempted to strike her, but she stepped to the side, watching as he flew past her. The male let out a yell, opening his palm, ready to strike her once more with magic, but she frowned, ready to counterattack him this time. 

"Utekhar!" Farah spoke quickly and firmly, a golden-green translucent force field appearing around her. The spell Alatar was about to use soaked into the shield, providing the brunette with more energy to support her magic. Alatar continued to throw hits at her, both with magic and his body, but it did nothing to harm her. "Jekhta," Farah growled, throwing her hand forwards. Alatar was thrown backwards, sliding across the floor. As he hit the ground, Farah's force field disappeared on her command. To be quite honest, she had no idea where all this power was coming from; but she had a feeling that the necklace which glowed dimly around her neck, had something to do with it. 

As Alatar attempted to stand, Farah threw her hand down, and he hit the ground once more, hard. He groaned, rubbing his head. Farah was about to use another easy spell to dismantle the man, when a voice erupted in her head.

Sektien.

Farah frowned. What did that mean? What even was it? It wasn't a spell. Not one that Farah knew, at least. 

You are quite stubborn, not listening to me. Just trust me. Use your magic and say Sektien.

The brunette shook her head, watching Alatar who was beginning to get back up again. He seemed to be getting weaker by the moment. Farah took a deep breath, before speaking. 

"Sektien," she firmly spoke, not moving her body. A green-gold light spun around Alatar before disappearing. He frowned, and Farah furrowed her brow in confusion. "It didn't do anything," she murmured to herself. Alatar stood, grinning devilishly, although bags were now visible under his eyes. 

"Nice try, little girl, but you'll never be able to get rid of me. Never," he laughed cruelly. Farah stood in place, although she felt her heart rate speed up in fear. Spinning his hand, Alatar watched, waiting for Farah to fall to the ground, close to death. Instead, she watched him in confusion until realization hit her. 

"It takes away your powers," Farah blinked before walking closer to Alatar, watching as he attempted to continue to harm her. 

Now take his ring, it's what gives him his powers as a shertswire.

Farah furrowed her brow. That didn't keep a shertswire from using magic, did it? 

I know what you're thinking, but you must believe me. He isn't like the others. He wanted the ultimate magic, so he transferred it to a ring, forged by one with far more magic than him. He knows barely anything without the ring.

Farah obeyed, going over to Alatar. He grit his teeth as she neared him, swinging a punch at her, although she blocked it. He swung with the other hand, and was able to hit her nose, although she acted like it didn't hurt. She felt tears sting her eyes once more, and lost feeling in her nose, but she held onto Alatar's other hand, feeling the ring. She reached for it, and he kicked her in the chin, causing her to grimace. Was there an easier way to do this? Because if so, she really wished that she knew it. Where was the voice now? Gone, it seemed. She couldn't feel her knee, and her nose now stung, but she continued to reach for the ring. 

Altar clenched his hand shut, but it seemed Farah was stronger than him now, and so, she pulled the finger the ring was on so that she could slip it off. The ring eventually came off, and Farah felt more bruises forming where Alatar kicked and hit her. Holding the golden band in her hand, she watched Alatar somehow become duller in color. 

"Now," Farah spoke. "You are going to take me to the King and Queen so we can explain what you and Amara have done, got it?" She hissed. Alatar watched her, anger and hatred burning in his eyes, though Farah saw a hint of insecurity and hurt. He nodded slowly, before Farah grabbed his arm and steered him off, away from the dungeons and towards the palace. She was ready to make things right.

She wasn't sure how, but she knew that Amara wouldn't get away with this. This was going to end,

 once and for all.