Hyakinthos' curse

It was as though the soles of my feet were rooted to the ground. My blood iced, cold as the snowstorms here in the North. 

But the flames of hate and courage ran hotter. It coursed through my veins, giving me the strength to move. I picked up the chair and hurled it toward him. 

Before it could reach the Dark Sorcerer, dark-violet light encased the chair, making it float midair. It happened with just a slight raise of his palm. 

The chair landed without a sound. My breathing hitched, failing to find any more objects worthy of throwing. I couldn't find anything to defend myself with. 

I took backward steps, desperate to get away from him. I contemplated running through the door. I shook the idea away. I couldn't possibly run toward there, he'd easily get to me. 

Panic rattled through me as my back met with the stone walls. I swallowed the bile crawling up my constricted throat.