The Unexpected Return || Open

The violent white blizzard danced through the atmosphere as the sight of the pale mountains was clouded with thick white smoke. The chilling weather reigned over the mountainous region as the large structure of the building stood in the center, differing in color. A sinister aura radiated from the well-constructed building.

The dark and silent room stood there, mingling with the atmosphere dominating the rest of the building. The raven haired figure stood there in the dark, gazing out the pale, lifeless glass windows which seemed to have fallen prey to the storm outside. Her crimson eyes did nothing but silently observe the fascinating demeanor of the nature. Her slightly tall and lean build stood completely still as her face showed no expression whatsoever. Anyone could have mistaken the individual as one of the monumental mortal statues that lay around in the guild.

It was nothing unusual for her to just simply sit and gaze out, without having a single thought enter her mind. Her heartbeat was always slow and hummed in the silence. The red sheath remained hidden by darkness as it hung from her wait, holding her often-used crimson blade using which the monstrous female had taken numerous lives.

Thunder roared and her heart jumped, but it wasn’t because of fear. Her crimson eyes went wide and her expression shifted from being blank so showing signs of pain and fear. What was happening? She herself could not understand as she clutched the surface of the area where her black tainted heart is supposed to lay. Everything was the same, yet something stood out. She fell to her knees as her long hair covered her face. Her vision went blurry, shifting from red to black only momentarily before returning to look at the brown wooden floor, and then repeating. A sort of unusual pain echoed through her figure but she refused to let out a single sound.

A voice then cleared her confusion. The deep, inhumane voice caused her to stay still of shock. It spoke, but they were words she could not comprehend, but that was not important to her. Without a moment’s hesitation, her body disappeared off the ground and flashed in different places around the room due to her inhumane speed. Soon she was out of the room, then the guild and moments later, she stood far in the deserted snowy mountains where nothing but harsh white pieces of nature were visible.

She wore her usual attire, which exposed a lot of skin, yet she didn’t seem to feel cold. She was more concerned with the voice, the voice she had suppressed decades ago. Why was it returning? Why now? She wanted to know. She refused to feel vulnerable. Her pale hand fell. She stood to her full height. She was never one to feel fear, but rather, the one who spreads fear. Hatred and anger for making her feel vulnerable danced through her veins as her face was unable to convey them. Strands of her black hair danced wildly through the air as the wind picked up its pace and roughly attacked her, but she was unmoving.

It was this anger of hers due to which everything went black. She wasn’t unconscious; she was standing but everything around her disappeared, leaving her in nothing but darkness. Her hair slid onto her back as her hands gently and steadily gripped the hilt of her sword. “No need to be so alert.” The voice didn’t startle her, but indeed left her in a dilemma. The crimson eyed female turned, only to meet another pair of crimson hues which held the same bloodlust as hers but held something much more too; mischief.

Nothing but the glowing red eyes could be seen, “Annora, you remember me, don’t you?” The voice wasn’t deep and inhumane like earlier; it was feminine and delicate but she knew better. She would not be fooled. As if her mind had created its own character, the being slowly exposed itself, revealing to be like a bare reflection. The figure had the same eyes, the same face, the same height, the same physique, the same pale, lifeless skin but unlike Annora’s pitch black hair, the figure had hair of the opposite shade; pale white, but they were of the same length.

The two stood staring at each other, the raven haired female expressing nil emotions through her face while the pale haired female had on a small, mischievous smile. Slowly, Annora fell into the clutches of confusion as the replica’s right eye began filling with black like ink dropped on a thin paper. It spread until it covered her eye. Annora did not express confusion but she was wondering what was happening as a flower slowly blossomed on the females eye. Without hesitation, and with determination to get rid of this cringe-worthy creature, Annora launched herself at it with her sword only to be surprised when her sword passed though it’s body like it was water, disintegrating black smoke from the cut. The female laughed before colliding her body with Annora’s and disappearing.

The darkness faded, returning to the snowing mountainous region where she previously stood. She knelt on the ground, her eyes bulging out with the pain that wrestled her body. This was the feeling she suppressed a long time ago. Her mind faded away into unconsciousness and she knew that when she woke up, the world would be coming face to face with something horrendous and terrifying, and it somehow pleased her. With a small smile playing on her lips, she fell into a deep slumber from which she would soon rise.