THE LAST ONE STANDING
A/N: This is my first attempt of an actual story. I won't post anything until I'm told that it's good so please review. Thanks! ~Alex~
PROLOGUE
The night was, to an observer, picture perfect. The sky was dotted with specks of white light. The light was glittering and shining giving the impression that a million diamonds were scattered about the black velvet that was the nighttime sky. The trees were completely still and even the nighttime critters knew better than to disturb this masterpiece.
But an observer just sees the masterpiece at the captured moment. They wouldn't see what happen after the silence and beauty of the moment was broken. They would not have seen a retreating figure running for her life or the green and red jets of light trying to hit her unsuccessfully.
And of course the observer would not have seen the figure shooting her own jets of light at many cloaked figures. They would not have seen the girl slipping and tripping while trying to run. They also would not have seen this very same girl fall and trying to pick herself up in vain.
But if somehow the observer did see all of this, they would see the girl stand up and run on weakly, and finally disappear with a crack.
They would then see the other black figures curse and yell. Then, they too would disappear.
The masterpiece that was still standing a few moments was now barely recognizable. It was entrancing with its destructed beauty. Because that's what destruction was- beauty.
The diamonds were still lying on the midnight velvet but now they seemed taunting and if possible, brighter as if they were feeding on the battle that occurred but seconds ago. The trees were charred and burned beyond recognition. The ground was blasted into chunks and to a very picky person, strewn bodies were visible.
And the observer is left to wonder what has happen that created this new horribly beautiful painting and what happen to the mysterious figure.
Unless of course, that observer was a wizard who knew that the mysterious figure was in fact, a witch.
And, all that witch can wish for is to be the last one standing…