CHAPTER 25 - Power

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"The princess has finally left her castle".

I squint as the moonlight hits my face from above. A group of wizards peak out from behind the trees surrounding me and inching closer to me. I scan the area. Theres at least twelve of them.
"What do you want?" I spit.
"You" one says with a smirk.
With all the anger built up inside of me. I test the waters of how much trouble I can truly get myself into, lacking a single care about what may happen to me as a result of this.
"You'll have to come and get me then." I laugh. "But I'll warn you... I have a track record of destroying those who stand before me." I say with a smirk. The anger fuels my confidence. What was once fear, has now turned to pure adrenaline.
"And what makes you think we feel threatened by a child?" One laughs.
"Youre about to find out" I shrug.

"Crucio!"
"Protego!"
"Expelliarmus!"

A list of spells continue to flow from my lips as I defend myself against the dark wizards. Gradually the numbers begin to drop and I'm surprised by the lack of hits they are successfully hitting
"Looks like you lot need to start practicing. Plenty of training dummies around if you need" I laugh as I continue casting my wand.

One wizard remains and I realise this may be my opportunity to retrieve information about this so called rebellion forming between their kind.
"Crucio!" I cast to the final wizard, dropping him to his knees as he cries out in pain.
"Tell me what you know" I say, edging closer to him.
He laughs at my face for a brief moment before the wincing returns.
"Why... would I tell... you" he says through the aches.
"Crucio!" I cast again, inflicting more pain on his already weakened body.
"Please." He cried
"I said tell me what you know!" I shout.
"Ranrok..."
"Ranrok? Ranroks dead? I should know. Im the one who killed him." I laugh
"They wish... to finish what he...started"
"They? Who is 'they'" I ask
He shakes his head while pleading
"I asked you a question!" I scream
He continues shaking his head and suddenly, he jumps up, casting his wand
"Avada Kedavra!"

My want meets his as the rays of light connect and fight to reach the person behind the wand. I scream. Frustration. Anger. Power.
"Avada Kedavra!" I scream, pushing all my might into my movements.

The wizard drops. The beams of light disappearing as I watch his body crumble to the floor. I fall to my knees, the feeling of power rushing over me.

If this so called rumour is true. Then let the war begin.

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