Chapter Six: DESTRUCTION

I screamed, my anger rose and rose. My anger got to the point where I couldn't control it. It went crazy and it just took over. Using my power I broke the bars of the cell and lashed out at the king. I wanted my brother back and I was so mad at this man. Aragorn didn't stand much of a chance against the princess of Mordor but luckily for him Gandalf was still here and we fought. I used my evil power against him and I was winning. My power is so strong that the wizard's attacks didn't do much damage to me. But he was a white wizard which made all the difference. It was mad, my black magic attacking the wizard and his goodness. Then we heard an eagle and Aragorn ran away from our battle in the dungeon. I put up a great fight against Gandalf but he was winning at the time, my anger was all but spent for that is what powers my magic and I was regaining control of my body. Then I saw two halflings run down the stairs to greet Gandalf and they saw the nearly finished battle. But then my anger and magic returned control as I remembered that these were the ones who did it and by my account they were going to pay. The battle continued in the upper halls of the castle in the high tower of Minas Tirith. The sky went black and the wind picked up. My magic was whipping the two halflings around like they were toys and alongside them was the wizard's pitiful attempt at stopping my onslaught. He was trying to calm me down with words now but I couldn't hear him. Then the gates far below us opened to let someone into the city. I could barely hear him because all my consentration and attention was on the fight at hand. I heard footsteps running up the tower and I believed it to be that stupid king again. The hobbits were in the air now and were about to be flung to their deaths when at the last minute the door behind me burst open and I spun around. With half my mind on the two hobbits projecting them in the air and the other on the figure behind me. As I stood there facing the fifteen year old boy my mind left the two propelled in the air but Gandalf caught them before they fell. The man standing there was like a ghost to me but he wasn't. "They killed you," I said with tears in my eyes. "No," he responded and then I fell over landing in his arms. The fight had taken all my energy I had no more. "Take her downstairs where she can rest and heal her strength," Gandalf commanded "What happened?" The young man asked. Gandalf replied, "You'll find out later once you speak to the king."

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