Shella’s heart raced in her chest. This boy, Anaken, the Son of Darkness, was pointing his sword at her father. “Father, ju-just bow down and b-beg for your life, beg f-for forgiveness.” Shella was trembling in fear. All she wanted was for everything to end, for the Darkness warriors to leave their village, for the fear of dying to go away, and for the fear of living a life of servitude to finally end. The blood on her hands, the blood of her own father had her in shock. She was shaking uncontrollably, gulping and stuttering her words.
Shella looked up at the boy. His eyes were cold and emotionless. He didn't move an inch. The dark blade in his hand, a deathly reminder of what every villager faces if they step out of line. “Why did he call my father ‘human’? Doesn’t he know he’s human too?” She thought, trying to catch her breath. Wondering about the strange way the boy spoke out to her father. She began hyperventilating.
“Shella, there are moments in our lives that we must stand up rather than shrink down. And this…. This is one of those moments that I need to do what I must do. Defend my children. I’m sorry…”
As soon as Shella heard his words she could tell, something was off. Her life was going to change forever. In her mind she begged and begged but the events that happened next would forever scar her memories, shaking her to her very core. Because of what she faced next and the way she processes everything in her mind, is the sole reason why she is unique. I will explain more about that later.
“Father, you don’t have to do this….” She tried but with a strong determined voice her father spoke out against the Princess of Darkness.
“You can beat us, tell us what to do, you can scar us for life, you can even kill our own, but you will never crush us. You will never crush this villages’ spirit!”
A small smirk formed on the boy's face. “Nice speech. I almost cried. Very, very touching indeed.” Anaken mocked him. Anaken closes his eyes and he places his hand over his heart,“I felt your passionate words… it right here… But guess what? Your words are meaningless right now.” Immediately out of Anaken’s dark blade, an electric surge of dark energy shot out of the tip of his sword and consumed Shella’s father’s body. Shella flinched, and stepped back trying to shield her brother's eyes. However, Shella herself couldn't look away. Her eyes were glued to the horrific scene.
“AHahhahhahhHH” Her father screamed in agony. He fell to his knees because of the excruciating pain as Anaken laughed maniacally.
“HA HA HA…. How about another speech? Oh, what's that? I can’t hear you. Speak up, fool!
“FATHER!!” Corri screamed as Shella blocked his eyes. But he needed to, he wanted to get to his father and protect him. Corri’s heart was pounding, but his protective older sister would not let him. She hugged him tightly trying to shield him from the traumatic scene. She tries to close her eyes but she can’t as she looked back to her father with tears in her eyes, and saw the exact moment his entire body collapsed to the floor.
“NO!” In desperation she lets out a scream. It was the loudest scream she could have ever yelped out. She lets go of Corri and runs to her father, who was now motionless on the floor. “Father, get up, please!” She didn’t want to touch his body. His back was covered in blood. His skin was red and burned from the electric waves of static dark energy. Shella knew something was wrong. He wasn’t moving, he wasn’t breathing. Tears ran down her cheek as she saw someone run past her. It was Corri. He was distraught. Extremely mad at Anaken, who had at the moment, lowered his dark blade.
Shella had no time to react, to grab Corri and protect him. It all moved in her mind like it was happening in slow motion. Her mind took every detail in. Every step Corri took Shella recorded it all as clear as day in her memories. Every tear that fell out of her eyes and flowed down her face. Every facial expression that Anaken made. All of it was clear, no detail was lost. Shella recorded it all in her mind and kept it in her memories.
Corri ran up to Anaken wanting him to stop the pain he was inflicting on his father. Corri was acting out of rage. “LEAVE MY FATHER ALONE!” Corri raised his fist in the air but it was in vain. Anaken just raised his sword and shocked him as well with dark energy before Corri could even get to him. Corri tripped and fell to the ground because of the sudden shock to his body. Anaken’s blade only produced a short quick burst.
Shella gulps hard and immediately dashes to Corri’s body to help him. “Corri! NO!” She collapses on his body and shields him from any additional attacks. Her eyes are filled with tears, her mind racing almost completely detached from what was happening in front of her. Anaken walks up slowly toward them both now on the ground. She can still hear the faint breaths of her little brother. He struggled to breathe. She could also hear Anaken’s footsteps, each step sounded like her heart was being stabbed over and over again. The sounds of his step getting closer and closer to their bodies on the ground. Although Corri was having a hard time breathing, he was still alive. She was certain of this. But now Anaken towers over them with his sword in hand.
“Step aside, he’s next.” Shella heard his voice, a dark sinister voice that pierced her mind, but her body didn’t react.
“No… You have to k-kill me too. I won’t l-let y-you hurt him.” Shella trembled with tears falling from her eyes. At this point, she was only responding to Anaken’s words. Her eyes only focused on the far distance in front of her. It was as if her mind didn't even want to be there. She held onto her little brother’s body tightly. She was prepared to die alongside him.
“Fine. If that’s how you want it… Pathetic slave…” Anaken spoke cruelly while raising his sword one last time. He instantly shocks Shella and Corri with the electric dark energy again. But this time he stops, grabs Shella’s arm and rips her away from her little brother. Anaken screams out, “I WANT to see you suffer! I want YOU to see his death!” Without any warning, he pulls Shella away and throws her to the ground away from her brother’s body. “Just like how your useless father died, HE will die the same way! HE spoke without my permission! This little brat raised his fist at royalty. You think I’ll just let him get away with that? HE, SHALL, PAY!” Another wave of electric dark energy burst from the tip of Anaken’s dark blade. Corri screams in pure pain.
Shella stretched out her hand, but there was no way she could just jump back in time to protect her brother Corri. She wanted to scream, but nothing could come out of her mouth. And as soon as the attack started, it ended. Corri’s body twitched and his breathing stopped. It was over.
Her little brother Corri was now gone. Shella’s blood stained hand shakes while she tries to reach out toward Corri. There was nothing she could do, but yet she kept at it, reaching, trying to reach for her brother's motionless body in complete shock.
“Cor-co-Corri…” Her lips trembled, it was but a whisper when she spoke his name. Her heart racing in her chest. She felt a sick feeling in the depths of her stomach. She was unable to move. Tears, her tears, kept pounding the ground under her. She couldn't stop herself from crying and from trying to reach the body of her brother. It was as if she couldn’t get herself to get up. She had no control of her body. Her legs felt like mush. Her fingertips felt cold as ice. Her entire body felt cold. She wanted to throw up. Her throat felt an extreme amount of pressure due to her trying to hold back from bawling.
Anaken lowered his dark blade slowly. The task was complete. He did it to teach everyone there a lesson. That anyone that dares speak out of line or tries to take action against Evailos and his Darkness warriors will face the same fate. Anaken then turns to Shella. He wanted to enjoy her suffering, he felt pleasure in her pain. He smiles taking it all in.
“I…. I can feel it, girl. I can feel your pain. It feels good. The more pain the better.” Anaken licked his lips.“We are rather unique creatures, don't you think? We crave emotions like fear, sorrow, suffering, pain, and misery. We want our victims to display such emotions. Why? We enjoy it! So much so that we even go out of our way to inflict as much pain to as many of you humans as we can. It’s in our nature to make you suffer. However, our mission is more important than your suffering. Because once we obtain what we are looking for, the human races’ eternal suffering shall truly begin. A dark new age indeed.”
“Shut up….” Shella whispers, still trying to reach her brother's body with her hand but remaining motionless on the floor.
Anaken heard her say something but it was faint. “Excuse me? What did you sa…” In that moment Anaken felt a surge in dark energy. It was clear his father Evailos was trying to reach him. “Father, you're calling out to me?” Anaken said out loud, then placed his sword back in its sheath. He immediately turned around and began walking the opposite way, away from Shella. However, Shella didn’t care what was happening around her. Her brother's body was the only thing on her mind. She was still there, on the ground in the same position, still reaching for her brother.
The Darkness warriors all began following Anaken toward the same direction, away from the village. My older brother Kiev ran toward Shella as soon as he could. When everything was happening he was in one of the mines being forced to dig. But at that very moment, Anaken and the Darkness warriors all began to retreat and leave the village. Evailos and his forces soon realized that the Diamond of Darkness was not there. To this day we have no idea what possessed those creatures to take over Shella’s small village and force everyone to dig at that location for such a stone. But one thing is certain. That the day all these events unfolded for Shella, was the very moment Evailos sealed his fate. From that point on, Shella would be part of something much bigger. Her long journey will begin very soon.
“Shella! Shella! Are you alright sweety?” My older brother Kiev collapsed to the floor next to Shella. She didn’t react to his presence or his voice. He tried to catch his breath from running. He was covered in dirt from all the digging. His body was exhausted. He then noticed Shella’s hand reaching out. He turns his head toward the direction of her reaching, toward Shella’s sight. He realized that his grandson was motionless on the ground. He was dead.
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