Emma knows that familiar flapping, it's the same sound of wings that she heard as they arrived on the scene that the thing called "Sirin" had left at her old house. At first, Emma was tempted to run, but instead, she stopped herself. She would not let this person, her half-brother, scare her into running like a coward. She braced herself for a brutal battle and, as Emma looked at her hand, it glowed.
It was glowing more brightly than ever now, however. She was not scared of Sirin or her powers anymore, instead for the first time she embraced the power and energy coursing through her veins. Sparks flew around her as she met her worst enemy for the first time face to face. As Sirin landed in front of her, he was careful not to show her his true form. He presented himself as human as he could when he touched the ground.
However, when he landed, the ground cracked beneath him from the power of the darkness inside him. Emma realized he was more powerful than she had imagined, yet still didn't back down. She held her ground as Sirin cocked his head and scanned the area for threats before his eyes met with hers for the first time. He had large, coal-black eyes with dilated pupils that embodied the essence of evil.
A malicious grin spread across his face, revealing sharp pointed teeth before he hid them. He did not speak from his mouth, but Emma heard him in her head loud-and-clear. He was using his mind to communicate with her as his head cocked as he noticed that she, too, was more powerful than he had expected her to be. "This would prove more difficult than I suspected," he thought to himself, but did not communicate that to Emma.
He had fully planned on killing her on sight, but he decided he could do better than that. She was powerful, and so was he. After all, they were siblings, so he shouldn't have been so surprised. "Emma," a raspy voice croaked in Emma's mind. "So nice to finally meet you again," Sirin smiled again and tried his best to put on a facade of courtesy. Emma could tell how fake this courtesy was, and her eyes glowed more fiercely.
"Don't worry sister, if I wanted to harm you; you'd already be dead," the voice cackled in her head with malice in its voice. His words didn't make Emma feel any better though, "What was he planning," she thought to herself. "My apologies for the pain I caused you. I was simply looking for you that day at your house and... I won't lie to you. I do tend to have a bit of an anger issue when I cannot find what I am looking for, don't you?" Sirin's words infuriated Emma, "I don't brutally slaughter innocent people when I am angry, and don't call me sister, we are nothing alike and I know nothing about you other than you are a cold-blooded murderer," Sirin smiled at Emma throwing her words like daggers. "She really is bold, or stupid," Sirin thought to himself once again.
"Ah, yes, but you clearly have a temper or you wouldn't be so quick to speak. Do you want to know who I am, Emma? Who you are? Let me show you." Before Emma could answer him back, she heard a screech so loud she covered her ears even though it wasn't an audible one and suddenly she was somewhere familiar but new. She was alone now on a desolate mountain top. She could see miles upon miles of destruction in every way surrounding the mountain, scorched houses, burned to ashes.
Suddenly she was teleported to the City before the Wall, but the city was aflame. She heard cries of pain and agony everywhere. This frightened Emma. She was forced to walk forward by some unseen force until something appeared in the distance. Torn and tattered, covered in soot a small young girl who had a half-destroyed teddy-bear in her arms stumbled towards Emma, small and fragile the girl's shirt was covered in blood. When she got to Emma, she stumbled and fell. Weak from loss of blood she looked up at Emma and touched her face and mouthed "The Sirin" and took her last breath as the teddy-bear dropped from her hand to the ground.
As the teddy-bear hit the ground Emma cried and started to scream but was pulled further into the nightmarish scene. A family lay crumpled on the ground as her parents did, violently murdered in similar fashion as her father had been, even the bundle in the mother's arms was bloodied. It was too much for Emma. All she could do was scream "MAKE IT STOP!" As Emma opened her mouth and screamed out the words, light exploded all around Emma and in an instant she decided "no more." Emma refused to let Sirin continue to have full control over her mind anymore.
He was a monster. She heard his laugh in her head and it infuriated her, then she was teleported into what seemed to be his sick version of the future.
Sirin was hovering over an army of the Undead issuing the command to kill and conquer the humans. "Burn them all! Destroy their villages! Kill their children!" The Undead cheered in unison with Sirin's orders and he said, "today we take back what was our right in the first place! For years you were condemned to servitude in the eternal fires past the molten gates, but today you are free and I unleash you on all of humanity. WIPE THEM OUT!" Sirin turned leading a massive army towards the city with a sick, twisted smile on his face. Emma screamed "ENOUGH!"
Another burst of bright light engulfed the scene, she ripped Sirin's dreams from his thoughts and instead when she came back to the real world she was levitating her hands were electrified like lightning, before she could understand what she was doing her eyes turned white and she began to prophesize Sirin's doom.
"Your plans will fail Sirin. On the eighteenth of the twelfth month, you will fall to a hot steel blade through the heart. Your damage will be undone, you will not break free this time. This is your doom Sirin, and this is your destiny. The Fates will no longer idly sit by and let you murder innocents, your time is coming!"
Enraged by his half-sister's audacity to doubt him, Sirin conjured daggers made from dark energy and hurled them at Emma's full form. Two missed her but one caught her in the stomach, plunging deep into her gut. She came down, landing hard and gasped as searing pain spread throughout her abdomen and her entire body. Her hands grabbed the blade as she bled profusely from under the blade that was now crumbling to dust.
The gash was too deep…
Suddenly as things went black, the last thing she saw was Sirin coming closer. He was circling her like a predator coming in for the final blow on its prey. Then she heard a familiar scream of rage and all light faded away.