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I really… REALLY don’t know how this is going to go… this is my antagonist… and it’s a bit complicated… like major, massive twists that make the worst Disneyland rollercoasters look like toddler play-things. (Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating an intsy-tiny smidge.)

I apologize if parts of it are a bit choppy… it got kinda long and had to shorten it a bit.

 

 

It was like a cramp, but without the pain; an itch, without the distinct location. My chest quivered and my breath shook whenever I thought of killing him. The restlessness wouldn’t desist.

Walking to the water’s edge, my eyes misted white. It was like seeing through a thin veil of selenite, and the familiar hum of wind swirled about me like extensions of my fingers. Instinctually visualizing the wind currents, I shaped and molded them to my will. Then I stepped out into the billowing waves.

My precious apprentice. He’d come so far under my tutelage. Oh, why’d it have to be him? Pain shot through my body as blood rushed to my brain.

I held a hand to my forehead, waiting for it to pass.

Kill him? I had to. All my years of palatial knowledge, and not a modicum of relief did it bring. No solutions. No escape. If only I was allowed to end myself instead.

The headache peaked as I cursed the ancient knowledge.

No. It had to be him. It will be him.

The pressure in my veins finally loosened its death grip, and I wiped a bloody tear from my eye. Still restrictive, at least I could move again.

I walked along the seabed, the air swirling about me, keeping me from the pressure of the corpulent waters. The majestic ruins rose before me. I used to imagine it was a palace in the stars, and I was walking toward heaven’s library… if space had fish.

Such naiveté.

Breaching the barrier, I released the essence, my eyes returning to normal, and breathed in the heavy air as a school of fish swam overhead.

Curse that head sage. If he hadn’t stolen my research. The fool actually used the ancient inscription! Now my precious student…

The headache returned.

It couldn’t be helped. My lad had to die.

Then that blasted army interfered.

I snorted and chuckled, grinning wildly despite the vitriol I had for myself. The image of where I’d hidden it seared into my brain.

My eyes shifted red as a ball of flame leapt from my right hand. By will, it fluttered and spun, floating inches from my unblemished skin.

 

I walked on, the wisp to guide my way.

The ancients. They would help me. I… I had no recourse.

No. Kill!

All of it. I would use all of it.

I will bury them all.