From Light To Dark

by LaVon Raine

My OC Sparrow Grace struggles with her dark past and meeting someone she thought she never would. Meanwhile a dark sorcerer has returned from an apparent death and is after her and those she cares about. Rating may change, but T for now.

Chapter 1

Papery hands gripped my arms and I yanked away. There was a tearing sound and I was instantly engulfed in a fowl smelling gas. Gagging, I lurched forward, trying to escape the large number of Hollow Men slowly lumbering toward me. Running over the uneven ground wasn't very easy in a skirt, but I kept at it, cursing myself for even thinking of going out without my whip or protective clothing. Damn formalities, damn the Sanctuary, damn the ball! I thought to myself. I could hear screaming behind me and I knew the other attendees were struggling agianst the mass of paper men.

Finally I found myself on flat ground and turned, calling the little light around me too me and sent it out in a wave. The Hollow Men chasing me incinerated instantly. I fell to my knees right after, panting and releasing the extra energy from the light before it incinerated me. It was bright enough to make me wince. I couldn't even make out the shape of the mansion anymore. Everyone at the Requiem Ball was under attack, by whom, I had no clue.

Just my luck, I thought, the first time I come in fifty years and everyone's attacked by Hollow Men. Of course, that didn't compare to the ball ten years before when the Necromancers had their part in the insanity.

I had no idea who was behind tonight's destruction, but I knew I couldn't sit by and let my fellow Sorcerers fight those Hollow Men alone. Yes, they were some of the best in the world, yes the enemy was made of paper and gas, but there were hundreds of them. Whoever had the time and power to create that many Hollow Men was powerful, and most likely close by.

The night was eerie, I figured it was close to midnight as I truged back to the mansion, watching around me carefully. A blast of fire came out of no where, and hit my shoulder. I cried out. I batted at the flames on my dress, trying to get them to go out before I tried to find whoever had thrown it at me. Then a voice echoed in the darkness.

"It's been a while, Miss Grace, and now your mine once more."

I froze.

No. Not him. It couldn't be him.

We'd killed him.

But then, of course, people I knew rarely stayed dead.