Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,7
what caught my attention. His head was turned to watch the very woman of his past life as the darkness stole away every ounce of life within her.
Those orbs of fire widened, seconds before they bled to black and projected a level of destructive force that made me shiver. I returned my eyes to Brianne, noticing how her eyes were the last part of her body to be consumed by the darkness.
She used those few seconds of life to give the most pleading look, and I knew without a doubt what message she was trying to get to Jax - or in this case, Jaxsin.
She didn't want him to lose control. To repeat the past that somehow gave them a chance of returning to this world to do their destined duties. She was so selfless, and maybe that was the exact reason Jaxsin lost it the first time.
The glass that did its part in keeping them trapped suddenly was shot with black that spread like wildfire until it began cracking from various places. It only took seconds before it shattered with such force it went flying everywhere. The heatwave that rushed out was close to lethal to a common human.
"It's too late, boy!" Elijah screamed in glee. "Now, why don't you fight the love of your life!"
Jaxsin emerged swiftly out of the rushing smoke from the explosive destruction, flames of red and orange dancing around him, his hair an eerie black that glowed menacingly.
He was seconds from Elijah as he created a sword in his grasp, but at the last second, it was countered by a thin golden one.
No one moved then. The others, who had previously been rushing to their feet, were frozen in place by the new scene unfolding before their eyes while Elijah's hysterical laugh boomed all around.
"Yes, my puppet! Protect me!" he declared as he took a few jumps back to make more space between the two fighters: Jaxsin and Brianne.
It was like she was a living silhouette, her body cloaked in complete black that clung to her skin like a bodysuit. Her hair was black like Jaxsin's but instead of having a molten red glow, it burned of orange and gold while her aura rushed around her in waves of amplified power.
Her sword was thin enough to be a rapier, but it held its weight with ease against Jaxsin’s sword, which he held with two hands.
One look at his face and I knew this battle wouldn't end well. He wouldn't dare be a victor in this battle of darkness versus darkness. The love he carried for this woman was enough to let him be the victim of circumstance and lose to the sharp point of her blade.
She pushed against him with the slightest movement, and it sent him flying so swiftly that I worried the impact would break his bones. Connor somehow managed to catch him, the two of them flying into debris. Finnick cursed as he had no choice but to rush to their aid.
"Yes, yes, yes! My dark beautiful puppet! Finish them while they're down! Get rid of my nuisances!" Elijah cheered from afar as more rounds of manic laughter escaped him.
Brianne seemed to hesitate then, her body moving almost like a robot trying to calculate what their next move was. This was my chance to fix things, but with how furiously beautiful Brianne's aura was, I worried even I wouldn't have a chance.
Swallowing my fears, I decided to go with my gut for the first time in a long while. If death was my portion, so be it, but I knew that I wouldn't perish by the hands of Brianne. No matter the darkness that stole her light, there was a confident flame within me that knew she'd never make the finishing move.
With one step, I moved like air, and it was enough to catch Brianne's attention in time as she readied herself in defense to brace for my attack as I clashed my two swords against hers.
Her eyes were black, but emotionless. The were completely void, unlike the moments where Marianna would take her place and come out to taunt us in her malicious ways.
This was literally a sign that Brianne was struggling with this battle, and I needed to find her. To help her find the exit sign to the surface world again.
"Brianne," I whispered to her to try and get her attention, but her expression still remained heartless as she fought hard against my blades.