Sorry for the long wait, I needed to take a little break, all that typing was wearing me out and I have had so much work to do lately. Well here's the next chapter, hope you like! The first part is before the accident, the second is after.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own witch, just Justin.
He dipped his brush into come more of the red paint to give the finishing touches to his painting. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "For all the trouble I have caused you." He gently brushed it against the canvas as if he were creating a masterpiece, precise and slowly, and he made sure not a drop was out of place. "But you deserved most of what has happened. You treated me like dirt." He grabbed a handful of sand and threw it down onto his stone floor. It began to swirl around and an image appeared. "Seems to me like you got yourself a little friend," he laughed cruelly at the scene. "No matter, that can be taken care of." He glanced down on the redhead, also known as the keeper of the heart, and the young boy beside her. He hardly saw her out of guardian form, and looking down at her now, she seemed merely only 17, and the boy 18. The two held hands as they got onto some sort of ride.
"Cedric!" he yelled.
"Yes your highness?" Cedric slowly opened the large doors and entered the throne room and bowed down before his king.
"See his boy? I want him dead. But I will finish I'm off myself, you just injure him."
The image zoomed into the scene showing a better view of the boy.
"Yes my master" and he slithered away.
"You did WHAT!" Phobos yelled in anger and threw down his paint as it splattered across the floor.
"I could only harm one person at a time and I thought you would rather a guardian than a mere mortal." Cedric seemed pleased with his work.
"I SAID NOTHING ABOUT THE GIRL!" he was not just angry, but furious now as he stormed across the room to his throne and hurled a ball of fire at Cedric. He ducked to avoid getting burned to crisps, instead, the fire hit Phobos' painting of the Keeper. "You useless FOOL!" Phobos glanced back at his painting as the very confused Cedric left the room. Slowly, the painting began to burn to crisps.
"What have I done?" he asked while brushing a hand through his long hair.
So how was it? I had a serious brain cramp and this was all I could think of to pull the last chapter together.