The Bizarre Trainee

This was the way the world ended. The king of wolves, the mythic beasts, the glorious and powerful man I had developed to love and desire for with all my life, he lay there. Seeping out close to his throne. Biting the dust. Overshadowing him was a smiling witch, the deceiver, the detestable devilish witch. She pointed at me with her long, dark, spindly finger. "You have neglected to fulfill the prophecy," she croaked, fire spitting from her mouth. "Jasmine., my princess of darkness., you are mine now."I fell to my knees and cried out in agony. However, as the tears flowed down my cheeks, I felt them. Percolating. Bubbling. Dissolving through my skin. I screamed, tearing at my face, attempting to make it stop. Yet, there was no halting what I was turning out to be presently. I heard the detestable witch's chortling snicker as my tears became dark scars, my eyes voids, my lips, that could never know the taste of the man layin