The Bedevilled Soul

  Power is neither good or evil, but its beholder makes it so. A weapon is mostly described as evil, however it can also save one's life. It is the user that decides whether it is used for good or bad.Power has the ability to produce an effect, to influence, to change. And without change, what was life anyway...   I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.Until all hell attacked. Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the

  One smile can start a friendship. One word can end a fight. One look can save a relationship. One individual can change your life. For good or bad of course! I wished I knew this sooner. Maybe I could have restrained myself, put my pride aside, and it would have done us good. On the contrary, I was not weak. Otherwise my name meaning 'the strong one' would have had no meaning. I had the right to do whatever I pleased. Everyone always does, didn't they?But still...  It'd been four days now since we received the ominous invitation from the keepers. Four bloody days. They were onto us, like we were criminals that needed to be punish. The next day we set out to work, old man Ayer had warned us to be weary of our footsteps. Mine especially, since I had gotten us into that mess anyway. They had sent a message to everyone in Beladonia not to trust us, and threatened to severely punish anyone who dared associated with us. More companies arrive

  What had I done? The monster that followed me around had finally found a way to kill me without leaving a tiny scratch on my body. How can he take away my last remain of happiness? What then will I do from henceforth? How would I live when a big part of my heart had stopped breathing? This was really the end. I lost.Fenrel had asked me to marry my sister off to him,and I had rudely turned down his offer. Again. I wasn't going to give up my sister to a beast like that. Besides I could never marry Tara to any man. That had to be her choice.   Although I left the keepers territory in one piece,watching Fenrel with a big smile on his face. I knew it just wouldn't end there. More was to be expected. Reaching home I immediately warned Tara and Ragnila who was with us at the moment, suggested that we quickly packed a few things and moved out of the city for a few while. Luckily they didn't even argued. After a while we were do

"Careful with that..""Don't.."I woke up to the muffled sound hushed from - very close by. I hadn't met the owners of those voices but I already knew I hated them. Who goes around disturbing other in their sleep. I allowed my body turn overed preparing for another round of sleep. The tickling of damp grasses on the uneven ground,chattering of squirrel and the melodious birds singing..Where was I? I jumped up with my eyes fully opened scanning the environment I'd found myself in. I observed Ragnila still sleeping peacefully like an angel,next to a lizard. I advanced forward to wake her, chasing the lizard away. I hated those creepy slimy creatures. Remembering our visit with Angela,I figured I was finally in the land of the dead. Angela had killed us.

"You are weak my friend!" Irises said as she threw her short knives at me. She just stretched her hands forward and boom! The knives came out. I didn't understand the magic of how that happened.She mentioned her name was Irises and her mission on finding the last of the dragon stone to return to her master. How powerful was this necklace anyway? I didn't know. Besides she didn't really offered me much time to think about that.I quickly bowed dodging the released knifes that floated up in thin air,ordered to chop off my head. For a woman named Irises,she was nothing like her name. Instead she had one task only. To get this necklace off my neck however means necessary. Even if that meant killing who or what ever gets in her way."Surrender at once! I wonder why our gel doesn't work on you." She paused for a moment,then continued her hunting."Why do you need this necklace?""I don't ne