Chapter 4

The relationship that I had with my father became quite special to me. He would always joke around by saying sarcastic stuff about my mother to me, I knew he never actually meant anything by it because of the same smug smile he would have on his face when he would say it. He didn't know that I could understand him because of my age, but I did. He would always pick me up and throw me around and other stuff that fathers would usually do with their child. I found it really fun, it was literally going back to my childhood and reliving it all.

Hearing that he had died just made me think about all of the other things that we could have done together. He could've trained me in swordsmanship. He had always said how he can't wait to do that with me, but now it's too late.

Why did it have to be my father? Why not someone who was always committing terrible sins? Life was never fair even in this world; this was a sad fact that would always find itself circling back into reality. A fact that no one wanted around, one that people just wish could be proven false and be broken, never to be seen again.

My mother slowly stands up, her face still pale from the shock. She starts walking out the cave and I could feel something ominous emanating off of her.

"No, mom you can't. We can't lose you too!" My sister begs my mother as she is still on her knees and looks at my mother in despair.

"I'm sorry darling, but I have too!" My mother replies in a stern but also caring way as she walks past without looking past.

Everyone gets up and they keep a far enough distance from my mother that we can still see her but aren't too close. My sister picks me up and holds me in her arms, as she attempts to hold her feelings together as to not affect me.

What is everyone doing? We are all heading towards the village where the dragons are. We are all going to die, but everyone seems to not care and keep going on their advance to the village with my mother in front with about a distance of 20 metres.

I feel something off. An aura of some sort sending very dark signals to everyone around me. You can see the facial expressions of everyone change as my mother suddenly has black sort of strings coming from her body. Everyone's expressions change, the worried faces of friends and neighbours fill up inside my head. Everyone was scared before but now it seems as though something even worse has happened.

I look at my mother as she starts to float in the air and a massive beam of darkness comes down from the sky. Is this some dark magic, I had read a book about dark magic, but it said that it had disappeared millennia due to its strength being so much people who had it would die and the fact that people had evolved to wield this new strength that was around today. The dark beam grows as it envelopes my mother, and a loud crash.

BANGGG!!!

My eyes take a minute to adjust as the light blinded me for a second. My mother is now wearing a black crown atop her head and armour as dark as night. She wields a black longsword, an irregular one, it was a lot longer than a usual sword. I also noticed that my mother had sparks of electricity coming off of her. This was the power of dark magic that was so strong those thousands of years ago.

A newfound power I have never seen before, dwells within my mother as she moves behind the dragons at a speed that seems like she is teleporting. Easily breaking the sound barrier, not a particle of her clothing could be seen as she moved. The dragons turn their heads to face their new opponent that faces them with her overwhelming strength, that even the dragons see with surprise. You can notice the fear they have as they group together and form a triangle formation. Dragons are no stupid species; they are well versed in combat from the rigorous training they are put through as a child to become classified as an adult. They put some distance between them and their aggressor and all three take a defensive stance as they prepare for the incoming attack from my mother.

She flies forwards at a ridiculous speed, I couldn't keep track of her at all. All I saw was one of the dragons falling to the ground after it was slashed by my mother on its thick neck. The cut was so precise that the head just stayed connected to the neck while it fell due to the swiftness of the attack it had received. The other two dragons try rush in for their own attack, but it comes to no avail as they are blocked by a black shield that appears before my mother as she puts her hand up.

The dragons get repelled away as they hit the shield and they are thrown to the ground with whimpers of pain coming from both of them. My mother shows no mercy and swoops in for the kill for another one of the dragons. This time she encases the head of the dragon in the black magic she has, and it explodes pretty much instantly as she snaps her fingers. Blood spills everywhere from the dragon as it had just been decapitated by a bomb of immense strength.

The final dragon stands there clearly in fear of the immense power that stands before it. It doesn't retreat, this must be the immense pride the dragons have. They would never back down from a fight no matter how the odds may be against them, but if their pride is still there where did their honour go. Maybe someone really did start a fight with them and caused them to go on a rampage. This would be something I would have to figure out when I became a bit older and be of age to start the Academy of Manipulators.

The dragon falls as its limbs are cut off with one sword swing from my mother who seems to have been overrun with the dark magic that she had decided she had to use. The dragon is still alive, and my mother just looks at it in the eyes without showing any remorse for what she has done to it and as she brings her hand down as if she was striking something a purple lightning bolt comes down and hits the dragon with immense heat radiating from it afterwards.

We were all safe now, the threat of the dragons was taken care of by my mother who used some mysterious black magic and used that to her advantage against them. She was brutal with how she handled it, but I couldn't care, they killed my father. They deserved it.