Within the kingdom of Moraxxes, lies the great academy city of Veranes. Deep within the hallowed walls of its most hallowed building, within the deepest bowels of this wonder, one could hear soft crying. This sign of grief came from a lone girl, curled on the floor, her long and numerous purple hair laying on the blue grass floor, her emerald eyes glazed over within the throbs of grief. In her hands, she held a scythe, of such demonic beauty, one might feel sinful being drawn to look upon it.
"W-w-why?" Came pained utterance from the girl's mouth, "why couldn't you have just stayed away?", before once more losing any semblance of control through the throb of emotion now within.
*First Person, Vala's POV, not long before*
"Hummmdedummmdeduuummdedoooom~" I started humming out. I was trying to make a new track for which to hum within my excessive exile into boredom.
"Ahhhhh, Vala Vala, you certainly chose an idiotic place to seal yourself away now didn't you?" I inquired to myself, making a statement I had made many times before to myself. I was getting quite annoyed with me, constantly trying to say the same things to me as if i didn't know what I already knew. I was talking to myself after all.
Alas, not many can remain sane after sealing themselves off for a millennia in a small, albeit beautiful, grove. Hey! Since im talking to myself again (for the 1000th time or so), I should reintroduce myself.
"Hello me! I'm Vala, The Wishstealer! I'm a simple overpowered abyssal scythe with a crippling amount of self-loathing. Isn't that fun! Even if crippling is a bit excessive! Don't try to wield me though, because I'll just steal your body and soul, and make you my personal puppet! HUZZAH!" I shouted in jubilation, rising the pitch of my inflection upwards towards the end of each sentence. Made me sound happy. I like that. I need happy.
"*sigh* I really have been here far too long." I mutter to myself. "I really wish something interesting would happen, at the very least..."
Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.
And instantly, I knew I would regret those words.
Within the entrance to the grove appeared a beautiful girl, probably of noble birth. Her long purple hair cascaded down her back, and seemed to 'poof' outwards around her, and looked slightly messy, but in a way that showed purpose and elegance, more than ineptitude or lack of effort. Her green emerald eyes, were round and sparkly as she took in the beauty of my grove. Something told me for some reason, that that was probably not how her eyes normally looked. Her fair skin, a perfect canvas for her face, which was framed by the purple hair, where a few tufts came down to just above her nasal bridge, but not covering her eyes.
She was on the smaller side, couldn't of been more than 160 or so cm. She wore what seemed to be a uniform, with a white shirt, and a brown jumper/blazer, and a skirt that seemed to reach somewhere just above her knees, with white socks that came half way up her thigh, with plain shoes on. Her clothes certainly didn't reduce from her slightly larger than proportional bust, or her curvaceou- and I'm just going to stop there. Don't want you thinking that I'm a pervert right now. It is strange now that I think of it now though. In the 20 or so lives I've lived in the millennia and a half before my imprisonment, how come they've all been male... strange.
As she came closer into the light, I noticed the large fluffy fox ears, and the fluffy fox tail, both purple, and mesmerizing. I have no idea how i missed that. But wait... she was approaching. This is bad! If she gets any closer, she'll enter an area of hyper-condensed Abyssal magic. If she doesn't die from that, she'll be drawn to me and die from my nature.
"DONT COME ANY CLOSER!" I call out to her, but too late. In the time it took for me to realize this fault, she had already entered my sealing grounds. I could visibly see the shock of all the magic burdening down upon her, but she managed to survive. No doubt now, that the magic which has crept out of me this entire time is trying to drag her to pick me up.
"STOP!" I tried to shout as she slowly made her way towards me. I continue to try and push her away, shout her away, warn her away, but she keeps advancing, and, after a millennia of feeling nothing but grass, stone and air, I feel the caressing of flesh upon my handle. As she lifts me, by a power beyond my control, due to its intrinsic nature within me, I am instantly relieved from her grasp, and fly up into the air, my blade now pointing directly at her heart, to which she seems to resign to her fate.
"I only wanted friends, people I could trust..." I heard her mutter in a melodious voice. As my blade came down upon her and stabbed her heart, I tried my hardest to pull back. But to no avail. I felt my "self" force its way into the place of her soul, and as she lost consciousness, I could think of one thing to say.
"Then I shall grant thine wish..."