Hey, back with a new story. This is my fantasy story, takes place in an alternative world. I know you guys are probably sick of Dan and the others have powers and such, but I assure you this one is different. This is the first chapter, which normally I stink at, I had ruff time writing this one because I had too many ideas for it, but I settled on this one. So, a little encouragement will be really good.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Charmed
Chapter one: Confused
Fate truly had a weird way of playing with people's lives. When they get tangled up in its webs, in its twists and turns, it gets nearly impossible for them to escape their destiny or to even try to change it with their weak hands. It is just not possible for anyone to do so, no matter how much they wished to.
He felt like that at this moment. He was drowning in one of the fate's deep plans for him and it felt like he had no way out. He stood not many feet away from the huge entrance of the hall. His face showed worry, confusion and hurt. All three emotions that shouldn't be felt at the same time, but yet they filled his heart.
He gazed at her figure, silently. She was looking at him with the same brown eyes, the same sweet smile that he always saw lightening up her heart, but in this situation, none of their former meetings were the same. She was there for one and one reason only. She was there to die and he was the one to do it.
The idea itself refused to flow in his mind; he didn't know how he was to kill her with those hands that used to hold her close to him. With the sword that was never raised unless it was to protect her, he didn't know the answers to these questions and no one will ever know.
His friends stood next to him, all hiding their faces away from his. How could they look in his eyes after they were the ones to fight with him to get the job done? How could they look in his eyes while they knew they failed to find another solution? How could they look at him when they were wishing her death? How could they dare to look at him when they are asking him to choose his mind over his heart?
Mind…heart. The two words had two different meanings, two different purposes in life and different way of guiding one through his journey. An endless battle was to be between them since the minute he found out that he must kill the girl his heart cherished. Each party providing him with reasons to why he must choose his believes, he found himself lost within himself, still trying to know, to find a clue of what he was to do. Something, he wasn't able to figure out since the beginning of all this.
The war that stretched itself all these years was because of her. You know what'll happen if you let her go. Your heart might live in peace, but what about your people, are you to let them suffer much longer? Are you to let them loose their lives in order for you to live in harmony all by yourself?
He mentally shook his head, but what was he to choose?
The war that you have been hearing about all your life was just a huge misunderstanding. That crack in your heart that formed itself the day you knew about this was never healed, but now, you have the power to close the wound for good by letting the innocent child walk away. Your well-being is more important than anything.
His heart and mind fought inside him, making it a lot harder for him to choose. People around him started urging him to do what's right, to follow his mind. He ignored the voices he heard as a blank expression crossed his face. He heard nothing; he was present in a world of his own.
She is the one you love!
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She shall bring destruction!
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Follow your heart
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Follow your mind
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Do what's right!
He held his head in between his hands, as he let a scream escape his lips. It wasn't supposed to be this hard; after all, he was an assassin. Trained from his early age to hate and kill with cold blood, to kill his targets with no regret. But…he wasn't like that; he didn't want to be like that.
He took a glance in her direction; her hands were coughed with the cold hard chains as tears flowed calmly from her eyes, which took the colour of a slight pink. She looked at him with a teary smile and he found himself moving towards her, sword in hand.
He didn't know why he was tangled in this mess. There must be another way, even in those moments, he wanted to believe so. There must be a pointy in those last few weeks he lived to explain why this was happening to him. He wanted to know as he walked closer to her. And to do that, he must go back to the Tela Msady.
*: "Tela Mosady" means "The beginning". It is the charmed language, I'll use it a lot, but I'll put the translation.
So? How was it? I know the shortest chapter ever, just review it, bad? Good? Please let me know what do you think, I kinda started from the latest chapters. So let me know what you think.
R&R