Power is intoxicating, power is greedy, power is destructive, aeons ago,power was given to one who was trusted beyond measure, and the trust was broken, a dynasty was lost and a family was seperated, soon this family was forgotten and a new generation was ushered,things were going well until I came along, the god that was never supposed to exist, the last one of the forgotten one, they call me the daughter of Zor

Daughter of zor

"Harder!" Ludgerwick yelled "Attacks should be harder and faster, more focused, an enemy would not show mercy to your incompetence" 


"I can't do this it's no use" I say angrily 


"Maybe you are worthless as they all claim, you are weak and you thrive on your faked reputation, but you are not strong, you are useless" 


He eyes furrow daring me to do something, I will myself but nothing happens, I am truly worthless, all that spunk was gone, I turn to leave and he calls out 


"Your parents must be absolute weaklings, you must be as useless as they are, I'd spit on their graves if I could" 


For some reason the mentioning of my parents send me over the edge and I feel hot anger searing through my veins, a strange fire burns at my fingertips and I instinctively launch it at him and he dodges it with remarkable grace 


"Very good" he says "now aim for the targets, you've got spunk after all" 


CHAPTER THIRTEEN