Keinon looked upon the blood that covered his hands. She was dead. He couldn't save her. Suia lay on the ground before him. There were deep burns and perfect cuts over her body. This was clearly the work of a wizard. Keinon looked up.
In front of him, the guilty one stood, as if nothing had happened. Anger boiled from within Keinon.
“How could you do this, Letzner?” he yelled.
Letzner simply grinned. He could never be forgiven.
“Why?” Keinon screamed.
“She was poisoning your mind, my friend,” Letzner replied calmly, tapping his forefinger against his temple.
How could his only friend do this to him? Why? Suia was the only reason why Keinon woke up in the morning. His broken life was mended when she came into his life. She was everything. Now she was gone. There was nothing more to live for.
Keinon screamed, for his loss, for his anger. Fires erupted from his hands as he summoned the magic. He had only one goal. Even if he lost his life, he would fight. He would kill Letzner.
1 comment:
Nice, maybe i just like the battle scene or the illustration of magic from a wizard.
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