Butterfly_Wings

Two babies born in the same year to different families, one male and one female, and opposite in every way. They will be rare hybrids, trihybrids, they will be the most powerful beings to walk the earth. One will turn to evil and the other to good. Good will triumph over evil, and evil will die out. This is what will come, I do not know when, but I saw it all happen and know it to be true. - The Prophet Isaiah

The Letters from Rose

*WARNING* This chapter contains slight gore. If you don't have the mental capacity to read this now, please skip, or be careful and stop if you need to. 


  This world was dark. I hadn't moved at all, so I was still laying down. The ground I laid on was black and cold, the air was still. I sat up and looked around, but there wasn't anything around. No matter where I looked, all I saw was black. 


  "Hello?" I called out into the void. 


  "Hello? Is anyone out there?" I asked the void. 


  I began to walk around in the darkness, putting my hand out in front of me to lessen the chance of me running into anything I couldn't see.


  Finally, I heard something. It sounded like a brach breaking behind me. I whipped around quickly, 


  𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉. I thought. 


  That's when a shadow appeared from the darkness. It stood in front of me for a while. 


  I blinked, and the shadow was standing uncomfortably close to me. 


  "What do you w-" I began to say, but the shadow put its hand on my head, and my mind was flooded with a single image:


  Me holding my trident up to the terrified eyes of Andrew. 


   I felt a hand on mine. Before I could react, the hand pushed my arm forward. I closed my eyes, and the hand pulled my arm back. When I opened my eyes again, a blurry lump covered in red was on the floor, and red dripped from the tips of my trident. 


   I started to hyperventilating,and my body began to shake. The shadow got closer to my ear. 


  "Trust yourself, Spirit. You know that's how it will end." it whispered in a distorted voice. 


  The image faded away, and I was left in the dark again. I began to cry. 


 "Get away from me!" I screamed through tears, hitting and knocking back whatever was touching me. 


  Another pair of arms came up from behind me and grabbed me, as if they were trying to restrain me. 


  "Let go of me!" I yelled, as I tried to throw my attacker off me. 


  "Sprit!" someone said, it was muffled, but I heard it. Assuming it was my attacker, I kept fighting it off. 


  "Spirit!" The voice said louder, ignored it again. 


  "Spirit, stop! It's James!" The voice said. 


  I stopped fighting, and looked over my shoulder.  Light and color flooded back into the world, and I could hear everything clearly. James was the one holding onto me. 


  I'll never forget the terrified look in his eyes as he looked back at me, that was the first and only time he had ever looked afraid of me. 


  I looked in front of me, to see who I had knocked back. Adam was lying on the floor, struggling to get up, and staring at me in shock and fear. 


 "I'm so sorry." I said, then I fell to the floor and began to sob. 


The Dark Place