Disclaimer: Okay, think about it this way: if I owned W.I.T.CH… would Cornelia still be alive?
Nope… didn't think so.
Authors note: Heh, guess some people DO enjoy my senseless ramblings. Alrighty, this took a while… but I hope this one makes a tad more sense than the previous chapter. Remember, this is Will's writing… and this is her POV. Yeah, my Cornelia bashing is not yet here. Patience, young ones. We shall have our revenge in the last chapter. Boy, will we.
And I know it's short. I just kind of dislike writing very long chapters. They bore me.
So… do enjoy. I just re-watched "It begins" and Phobos saying "Interesting" while looking at Will's face simply did the trick for this chapter. I luff the guy, he's simply a muse for dark-Will fics. It IS truth that Nerissa shows more power… But, she's butt ugly, female and way lacking mystery. Phobos is a better villain when it comes to fanfiction, I hope everybody agrees with me.
Read on.
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This is the story of guardians. Five young girls, thrown into the war; one after another, they play the game… and one after another, they slowly fall.
First there was the Water Guardian. Brave, but childish, she fell into her trap; and there was no blood, no pain known to world, to describe torture that filled her night.
Will sank deeper into her seat. Why, oh why did she come to this "hang-out-session" anyway? She should've known it was just another excuse for Cornelia to show-off her boyfriend. In Cornelia's language, that meant "blush intensively and go around making out". Sweeeeeeet.
Taranee was busy talking to Hay Lin about Matt's and Nigel's feelings. Cornelia haven't allowed Caleb to breathe for about five minutes. That left Will to write, and Irma to…
The redhead frowned. What the hell was wrong with Irma lately? Unless her writing really did come truth… but that couldn't be… right? Eh.
Will raised her notebook to her eyes and silently watched her best friend over it. Yeah, everything was as she described a few days ago. Heavy eyelids, messy hair, pale as death…
Cursing under her breath, Will fell into another panic attack. She couldn't have done that. She just wrote down random predictions; it was merely a shadow of her real abilities. What the hell was going on? Because, if her writing really did come alive… Irma would die very soon.
She did nothing to suffer, she has done nothing wrong; but dreams came nonetheless, ripping her mind with screaming song. Alone in her pain, she sails through night… wishing to that all to end, for she has no strenght to fight.
"Common" Will whispered, and pulled Irma up. Nobody looked up; but at that point, Will didn't care. "Common, Irma. Let's get out of here."
They slowly left the caffe, Irma with the same glossy shine to her eyes, hanging on Will's shoulders. Redhead cast another look at the other Guardians… and left; because nobody, not even one of them, noticed that two of five forever left their places.
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Phobos smirked at the sight of his Guardian, who was obviously struggling to reverse her doings. Of course, it was all futile… since, no matter how hard she tried, she would always give into her passions; that was the way humans were made. And, wanting it or not, it was with passion she wrote about death, about pain and sorrow. And it will be that passion that will eventually drive to him, yearning for answers only he was able to give her.
Throwing a little bit more sand on his looking glass, alone in the throne room, he changed the picture to Will's notebook. To the writing that started it all. Innocent, dead ink… but in his mischevious hands, even the most pure of things became a deadly weapon.
"She has no more strenght to fight" he read quietly "No need for you to fight either, little Guardian. She is almost gone… Do not let grief take a hold on you; your soul is so beautifully clean without it… so amazingly prepared for power you will have."
And with another toss of sand, the reflection of her face showed in the glass; it was frustrated, panicked, even angry. Everything one would expect from a girl who were, though unknowingly, killing off her friends.
But, in her eyes, he spotted only darkness, that beautiful epithet of night; shadows found their place there, mixing blood-red with crimson and black. At first not important, just an effect of light; but he was well aware of what they presented. Shadows of the once pure heart… reflecting what it will become.
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Moon is her enemy, now that all hope has gone; she despises the stars and the cruel light they shone. It truly is the easiest, and for her only path… to give into darkness and learn its refined craft.
Will has bitterly remembered that, whilst looking into the beautiful midnight sky. Irma lied beside her, and it seemed as if she was staring at the same thing as her redheaded friend; but Will somehow knew that Irma's soul went far beyond that sky… and that glance was not meant for the star's vulnerable shine, but for the things darker, sinister even, beyond her comprehend.
Irma went on the long journey… the one where not even Will could accompany her.
But it was not yet the time, as the girl was silently aware. Irma would not leave her thus soon, she simply wasn't ready; so, for now, Will decided it was best to lay there in dark, helplessly hoping that the threat would disappear. They were indeed just children, not ready to face death. It seems like evil, but divine thing when it's headed for someone you don't know; but when it's your time, it is nothing but an assassin.
GOD I'm hypocritical, Will scolded herself, casting yet another glance at her dying friend. In this case, even if Irma dies, death won't be the assassin; that role is meant for me. The threat won't get away, since I created it.
But why? I do not have the power to do this! And, more importantly, I do not have the power to stop it either…
With the sudden motion, Will reached for the pendant that has been entrusted to her… in the same manner she did so many times, she silently asked it to help. For a long time she didn't look at it, did not praise its beauty and its power. But maybe… just maybe… the Heart of Candracar would help her once again.
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A/N: So, like it or not, review. I do not mind flames very much, remember. Just, I plead you, do not read any further if you're going to leave me reviews like "U R idiot, Corny RCKS! C&C 4evah!" and so on, now when Corny's about to get pwned. I appreciate if somebody likes Cornelia, but I noticed that there is a vast number of crazy Cornelia fangirls that tend to post completely retarded reviews. It's just plain annoying.
So, I leave you with this. Next time: Irma's gone. Elyon's almost gone. Caleb has his doubts. Cornelia's insanely jealous.
And of course,
Will's slowly discovering her new, oh-so-very-awesome evil powers.
God I love making people miserable.
HA