Prologue
I dashed.
Water splashed against the ground as I ran. The sky cried, it felt ashamed of my actions. My first thought was to run. I needed to go, I needed to leave. The sin that I committed. My heinous crime. The rain was pouring, soaking my white nightgown, ruining it as the water soaked into it. As if it wasn’t already ruined, I was soaked with the blood of their corpses. There was so much power in my hand. My dark aura seeping out of my fingertips and my eyes. Tears streaming down my face as I kept running. The trees surrounding me became rare, disappearing as I continued forward approaching a clearing. There was a black-wooded tree with beautiful purple leaves surrounded by rocks. Fairy circles surround the area. Anyone could sense the power oozing out of the tree, clearly being protected by dark magic.
“I think this is the spot..” I whispered to myself.
I ran towards the rock near the black fairy circle, representing the darkness and shadow element. I pushed the rock and clawed into the mud. Digging and sobbing as I slowly pulled out a black spell book. I sat on the ground to relax for a split second, opening the book and getting to the bookmarked page, titled “Portals”. Earth, listed on the list of portals, was noted as “Safe” and listed with fairy circle ingredients. I looked into the hole I had now dug out. I reached down and grabbed everything I could see. Quickly, I placed the items in their respective locations in their circle.
“Pure dark shadows… raven feathers… onyx crystals… um... Oh!” I turned
I dug around once again under the rock, finally feeling the obsidian ornate dagger I was looking for. The dagger was beautiful for just a small weapon. Obsidian that was cut perfectly, decorated with silver and other black crystals. The blacksmith who made it made it with love. Standing up, I move to the middle of the circle. I breathed slowly, letting my magic slowly connect with the circle, attempting to stay as calm as possible in this shaken position I was in.
I hold the dagger in my hand, my shadows slowly surrounding me, encasing and protecting me from the rain. With trembling hands I take the dagger, slowly cutting it across my palm, letting the blood appear in my hand. I form a fist, titling it and letting the blood slowly drip out into the circle
Purple smoke appears in front of me, forming a liquid-like wall, and creating a portal. I slowly place my hand into the portal, feeling the watery texture of the wall. I turn, looking back into my kingdom, giving it one last glance. Tears streaming from my face.
“I’m so sorry Mother... Father.. Lyon... I didn’t mean it… this is for the best... I love you all.” I sniffled, struggling to breathe from the rain falling and the tears falling from my face. I slowly make my way through the portal, trusting wherever it takes me takes me to a place that will never be like this, and never allow me to hurt anyone again.
I was only seven when they died. Who would've thought a seven-year-old had the power to murder their parents? Who would've thought a seven-year-old had the power to murder the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Sylvin? The God of Death and the Goddess of Life? I couldn't bear the thought of dealing with the responsibility of their deaths once everyone woke up. I left my home world in fate's hands. Praying to the Gods and Goddesses that my world would be safe. Fate is a powerful creature, it does as it pleases. And it did just that. My name is Lyra Era, and this is my story.
