She had been preparing
for this for years, consciously or subconsciously, everything she'd been taught
at school, and outside of it. Everything she had read from places only known to
few had led to this moment. The moment she would fight the man who had been a
thorn in her side all her life to the end.
It had been said that
only one would die, yet something made Onyx feel that it would be both
She wasn't numb, she
wasn't heartless, it wasn't like she didn't care, but at some point, during
those years of preparing and facing dangers greater than she couldn't
anticipate anyone could ever come out unscathed, she had subconsciously
accepted the fact that she could die at any given moment.
At first, she pushed the
thought away, cursing herself for not believing in her skills, reminding
herself that she wasn't suicidal. Truth be told, she wasn't and as the years
went by, life begun to have more meaning to her. She was weirdly fine with the
fact that she might lose her life.
It was for a good cause
though, wasn't it? The world had been in chaos for so long and if she lost her
life in the process of fighting for the world peace, it would be alright, wont
it?
It was though, she
supposes, but why did it have to be her
She never got any
straightforward answer, all the ones she had gotten only made her confused and
hopeless.
She knew about the
prophecy, a prophecy told decades before she was even born, suddenly she is the
chosen one.
She couldn't even choose
who to be as her future had already been set in stone the moment everyone
decided she was their hero, a perfect hero that would solve all their issues.
Then the hopelessness
would come, it would often poke her, whispering in her ears how everything they
were fighting for wasn't going to be worth it in the end, why would it though,
so many greater sorcerers than her have tried to fight him, including her
parents and even they died trying. Just because some prophecy had described her
as their hero, didn't mean she could? did it mean she had the strength, skill
or powers? Maybe the powers, but many people stronger than her couldn't take
him on yet she had to do it.
She thought of how ironic
it would be, meeting the end of life fighting just like her parents had.
Wouldn't that be poetic.
And when the
confrontation actually happened
The pivotal moment
arriving when potent magic collided, unleashing a kaleidoscope of hues and
dazzling lights. The sheer intensity of the clash threatened to overwhelm her,
squeezing the breath from her lungs as if an invisible vice gripped her chest
Time warped and distorted, stretching each
second into an eternity. Onyx felt her vitality ebbing away, her fury and
desperation pouring out through her hands that were stretched outward like a
torrent of raw emotion.
Every fiber of her being,
lifeblood, sinew, mind and heart was drained. Leaving her a hollow shell.
The world around her
dissolved into pandemonium, a maelstrom of sound and color that defied
comprehension. The cacophony of spells, screams and clashing steel enveloped
her, a living entity that pulsed with malevolent energy.
Hours seems to pass in
the span of heartbeats, the seconds trickling away with agonizing slowness. The
universe contracted to a single point
Onyx watched him fall in
defeat, his body lifeless laying on the ground. She watched it all on her
knees, her chest heavy due to the lack of oxygen, hands trembling and bloody
with her shell of a body covered in wounds that were supposed to hurt but she couldn't
feel any of it.
She wanted to scream for
a reason unknown, but her voice was nowhere to be found, she didn't even try,
she thought that was it, he was dead
But then she looked up,
the sun was blindingly bright and onyx realized she was alive
Zha'thik was dead, and
onyx black was the one to kill him, surviving.
The prophecy had come
through, it was destined to. Yet why was she surprised
At some point while still
kneeling down, she felt herself being dragged somewhere and then she'd been made to lay down
She immediately closed
her eyes and welcomed the void without dreams.
onyx had spent the
following months and her summer in her best friend's house, which was almost
always lively due to the number of siblings she had.
though the atmosphere felt a little bitter
sometimes as they mourned the loss of their child and sibling, her best friends
Alexandra and Tony in their own way, tried to make everyone smile from time to
time.
As a new school year
arrived, they were given the option to retake their last year schooling as it
had been foiled by the battle and also its preparation.
Alexandra and Tony had
signed to attend the moment the opportunity was given and while everyone
thought she would obviously abstain
She wanted to go back to
the only place she could call home.
See everyone from
professors to housemates to new students, feel the atmosphere surrounded with
warm and safe magic.
She craved the warmth,
the familiarity… the memories, the old times
Onyx wished to go back,
she didn't want to live in the present, she didn't expect to go this far, it
terrified her somehow more than a battle to the death, because it was a
different type of fear.
She wasn't scared for her
physical being or her life, she was scared because she had no idea how to move
forward, she had never thought of being in this position before and what she
would do in it, and now she had the time to truly give attention to these
things.
She knew her life hadn't
been easy, she knew just how everything was and happened to be from the moment
she was born. She'd ask herself several times.
What if another person
was the chosen one, but then she would remove that thought as she wouldn't wish
any of what she had experienced to happen to anyone.
No one deserved that, no
one deserved her terrible and abusive childhood.