Descendant's Revenge

It was midnight and I was 9 years old. I am now sitting in a police boat speeding away from my burning house and all my memories. This is the day I changed. This is the day I saw the anger in this world. This is the day I lost everything. This is what happened….

I lived in Indigo valley island 4. At the time I was 9 years old. We were all settling down after a wonderful night of Christmas festivities. I know what you’re thinking. How can an Enchantress like me; who hosts a god inside their body, celebrate a christian holiday?

Well I sure as hell don’t have an answer for you. We were all full on goose roast and eggnog ready to drop and sleep. My mama was in the kitchen cleaning up. Even though it was a good time for many people.

There was a tragedy that struck that night. My family was wiped out by a magic raid. My family is royalty. I am the Heiress to the throne of the White royal family. And many people wanted my father; Austen White dead.

My family has made many allies and many foes during their rule. And the foes that we have made did not like the way we changed things around these parts. Me and my family ruled over the first part of the 7 nations. We rule over the first 700 islands in the world.

We are the oldest royal family. With the deepest and richest magical history in all the land. We ruled our nation happily with happy citizens. That was until my father made a law. The law would allow for the non-magical people to be treated the same as us. And the other nations followed behind him. And trust me people did not like that at all.

Soon there were people all around the globe from all 7 nations gathered for a rebellion. The Unofficials. Some of the most dangerous and sadistic bandits and criminals of all time founded this.

And they are the people who made my father take their last breath. And soon once I am at my full potential, the rolls will be reversed. I will make them take their last breath. A blood debt is to only be paid in blood. And I won’t stop until their debt is paid in full.

I was heading up to bed after the horrifying scene I had just witnessed. Which was my dear mother and father choking on each other’s tongues. A sight I could have lived without for the rest of my life. And I heard screams. I thought it was just my twin aunt’s messing around and scaring people shitless. But no. It was far from that. The Unofficals had raided the house. My Uncle Carmeron grabbed me from behind and ran with me outside to drop me in a trapdoor underneath a bush.

“Violet. I need you to stay here and be a good girl. We need to go and get the bad people now. Remember what I told you in the library?” I nodded my head yes before responding.

“There are some horrid things going on now since your papa passed that law. There are now some bad people looking to hurt us. When the time comes; and I tell you to hide, don’t move and don’t speak. You are our future. Even if we can’t be in it.”

He nods once and closes the trapdoor and slides the bush back into place. I hear him whisper ‘I love you my child.’ and the leaves rustled indicating that he was running away.

The screams went on forever. Then all of a sudden they stop. I knew then that everyone I ever knew was gone. And I would never see them again. Soon after I heard voices. A male and a female. They moved the bush and tried to open the trapdoor. I raised my hands ready to unleash the power that I was born with and wreak havoc.

The door slowly opened and I saw the faces of the last living relatives I would have in a long time. My uncle Mark and my godmother Maryanne. I was raised to be the woman my parents would have wanted me to be and more.

When I was 11 Maryanne passed away. I watched her die in my arms. She was a sick one. She had cervical cancer. And I was the one so called blessed to be there with her for her last moments. The last thing she wanted from this life was for our family to get their revenge. And I’m going to make her last wish come true.

I was raised by Uncle Mark alone since then. Every night I have the same nightmares as the night before. I see my home being burned to ashes. And if it is the last thing I do will complete my final mission. Revenge. My name is Violet Aziza White. And I will be the descendant’s revenge.

I wake crying like the night before. And the night before that. An awful thing nightmares are. I am completely exhausted. I had just got home a couple hours ago after a late night of drinks and dancing. And I sit up and sigh after I feel the first throb of what feels like is going to be a migraine.

I groan and turn over not wanting to see the sun spilling out from the sides of my blackout curtain. But as soon as I get comfortable enough to finally fall back asleep my dearest Uncle decides to scream up the stairs. Isis help me. It would be a miracle for me not to curse him one day.

I finally get up and trudge to my bathroom and throw pill bottles behind me as I search for my Naproxen. That pill is a life saver for hangovers and the aftermath of crying in my sleep. I pop two and drink some water from the faucet and brush my teeth.

I go downstairs with the scowl on my face looking like it was permanent. I raise my arms for my silk lace housecoat to slide onto my arms over my boxers and sports bra. I turn the corner to the living room and my scowl deepens even further.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “Uncle… Why do you have a man that neither of us know sitting on our living room couch. Because if I am hallucinating please tell me now. Because I do not fancy seeing the dead or shit that actually doesn’t exist.

And let’s not mention my head is booming and your yelling at the ass crack of dawn. My medication has not set in and I am already meeting someone who is real or not in my living room.”

My uncle sighs and glares at me as I plop down on the couch looking at my uncle with eyes shining with mirth.

“Violet, this is the one of the new staff in the mandala. He was sent here by the Elder seigneur. Apparently he is one of the favorites.”

I snort to show him how I feel about his statement and he just ignores me and rolls on with his statement.

“He will be trained by you. And you are to respect him. Not fuck him. Understand?” I roll my eyes and nod. “Crystal.” I watch my uncle disappear before interrogating the male in front of me.

“Ignore my uncle mark. He thinks I can be a bit of a harlot sometimes. But he cannot be more wrong. Well onto introductions. My name is Violet Aziza White. I am an Egyptian-Sicilian Enchantress hosting the goddess Isis. I am also the heir to the White throne. And you are?”

He stares at me for a quick second before thinking of what to say.

“My name is Whane Ben Johnson. I am a Weapon and Time Enchanter with the background of Native American blood. Nice to meet you, your highness.”

I snorted, ignoring the last comment.

“I haven’t taken the throne yet. My uncle takes care of the royal duties. I am just not prepared nor stable enough to deal with all of that. So to you I am just violet. No formalities needed. I can act how I want when I am around the people who know me for me.

But on the outside in front of a crowd is something totally different. Royal life isn’t that easy to understand pretty boy. Now it is still early, and a very well needed shower is calling the both of us. Go place your stuff down into your room, shower and prepare for battle.”

I am halfway up the stairs when I realize the bugger hasn’t moved an inch. I turn around and sigh before asking a very obvious question.

“Mark has not shown you your room yet has he?”

This time I groaned seeing his shake of the head. As I walk up the stairs with him in tow I quickly decide which room he will be getting. I go down the hall and show him the room two doors down facing my room.

“Here is your room Whane. Please do make use of the shower and the fresh linens. Wear what you want to the practice field. When you are done please meet me in the yard out back. I shall take you to the field we are to be battling in.”

I walk out of his door and close it with a deep breath. This is going to be either hell or entertainment for me. I just hope it was the latter. I hope that something will come out of this unwanted encounter with this rando at this ungodly hour.

I walk into my room and glance at the clock seeing that it is currently 6:30 am. I’m going to scream. And my uncle is going to hear my mouth about it all fucking day. Because it’s going to be a long ass day for me; so it is going to be a long ass day for him.

I hopped in the shower and started to wash my curly almost wavy raven black hair. I hum a tune to myself that I soon realized was the lullaby my mama had sung to me when I was younger. I can still see her beautiful brown eyes that showed me so much love staring at me. I can still feel her holding my head and stroking my hair while singing.

And I can still hear her angelic voice whispering sweet nothings to get me to sleep. The sweet words she sang were: Hush, Hush, Hush my darling beauty. Keep your head up high. When you wake up in the morning, I’ll be right by your side. Even though these are sweet nothings, they will last until the sun shows. Hush, hush, hush my darling beauty. Let the waves and wind sway you. Travel you through the night and let you rise in the morning anew. Hush, hush, hush, my darling beauty. Just know that mama loves you.

I sigh, taking myself out of that dark place that I like to call my thoughts and rinse my body off and ring the water out of my hair. I fussed my hair a bit with the towel and walked into my closet to find something durable but comfortable to duel in. I decided in the end to throw on a slightly baggy plain coral colored shirt with black leggings. I braid my still semi-wet hair into a braid before walking out of my room barefooted to wait outside.

And to my surprise he is already out there. He was waiting on me? How long was I zoned out? Never a good sign that I was zoned that long. I try on a daily basis not to think about my past. But it’s really hard when you remember every event and memory since you turned one years old. Guess today I failed.

I walk ahead of him trying to hide my very obvious blush while feeling him follow me. I continue to walk ahead until I reach the meadow filled with multicolored tulips and wildflowers. I turn around on my heels to face the newcomer and finally take a good look at him. He has on a sleeveless white tee and black baller shorts. And surprisingly he is not wearing shoes either.

“This is the practice field. This is where we will duel and I will figure out your powers and how to train you. You said you are a weapon and time enchanter. What does that consist of?”

I watch him plop on the floor in the most ungraceful way possible and snort.

“Well I can tell time. More specifically I can tell the past and future. It makes it easier when I am in battle. I can make weapons appear out of nowhere.”

I cock an eyebrow before asking him to show me what he means by “out of nowhere”. He flicks his wrist and a very solid ragged dagger spills into his hands.

I nod impressed. Very impressive and helpful gift. It has been 6 centuries since the last time and weapon enchanter was born with native american blood. It’s always been one or the other. He comes from a rich bloodline. That is for certain. I step back and prepare for the duel that is about to start. I take multiple deep breaths and get into my stance.

“Well that is impressive. I’m not going to lie. And a power like that is very effective in a battle. Now as the duel begins there are multiple things you need to know about. When I say that I’m hosting a goddess that means I am capable of many things. I will not say what I am capable of off the jump. But I hope that this example will be enough to demonstrate my power.”

I step back from out of my stance and I kick my foot out and turn with a swish. Then I stand straight again and let the power I was born to possess flow throughout my body and make me rise from the ground. My eyes slightly open with a silver glow. My body is then enveloped by a bright white light while golden silk cloth weaves around my body and hair springs out of my skull in silvery strands.

I land on the ground with a light touch feeling the golden silk cloths flow behind me along with my silver hair. My iridescent wings drag on the floor shining along with my now ice blue eyes. I turn to face Whane who now has a very shocked facial expression.

“Remember Whane. After man down it’s over. I need you to remember that you can also tap out if you feel it is necessary. I will hold no animosity towards you because of it. But once you become adjusted there will be no more tap outs. You will stand and fight or you will lose. The moment you try and quit the moment you leave my manor. Understand?”

He nods quickly before we get into our fighting stances. We lock eyes and the duel begins. I decided to go easy on him because it is his first time dueling me. So I stay on the ground this time for his sake.

I remember he told me about his ability to tell the future. I have to figure out his blind spots quickly. Battle strategy 101: Always be prepared. Never let your opponent get the upper hand. I start to think back to something my mother said to me. About that one time she encountered a strong time enchantress. And how she figured out her blind spots by watching her movement.

“Violet. My flower. You must remember that if you were to fight a time enchanter or enchantress they move late when fighting. It may seem like they move lightning fast at the moment. Because they are dodging your attacks and attacking you. And you have no idea how to strike back.

I want you to take a deep breath. Take a deep look into the first layer. See their magic. And watch as they move. Once they prepare to strike, block and attack. But your movements cannot be late. It could be dangerous.”

Got you bitch. Just as whane swings things start to move in slow motion. I take that deep breath and lower my vision into the first layer of the passage of magic. I watch his magic flare as he uses his time magic and dodge his swing. Just as he realizes I have blocked it he stands in shock that I figured him out so quickly.

I use that shock at an advantage and punch him in his jaw and kick him in his stomach sending him backwards onto the floor. I hand him my hand helping him up from the ground mentally thanking my mom. I led him back in the house to check him to make sure nothing was broken from our spar, smiling. Sometimes not forgetting the past I hate so much isn’t a bad thing. Because it can sometimes save your life.