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Erictma and Youam have captured Eoula, Youam has awakened a dark magic within Eoula. Youam and Erictma suffer the horror of freeing a dark magic...


''I will kill you all!'' I shouted at the three men that stood before me. All looked terrified. I knew that this man was not my Youam, he was not the Youam I had grown up with. He was an impostor.''Don't try to kill us, or it will back fire.'' Erictma said with a strong voice. ''I do not believe your lies! I never will again!'' I shouted at Erictma and I raised my hand. I saw that there was a glow to it. A dark, red glow. It was centered at my palm, and it moves to my wrist, making a fire appear above my hand. ''Whoa!'' Youam practically shouted and he backed up.I looked at him in the eyes, and this time, instead of evil, I saw it. I saw him. I saw the normal Youam that once made my love grow. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. His eyes had grown strong, they overpowered mine. ''Youam, keep her like that!'' Erictma yelled to his son and grabbed some rope. I kept trying to look away, but Youam's hold was much too powerful. ''No! Father I will not let you bind her.'' Youam said as he let the hold on my eyes release. ''She was about to kill us, Youam. I have no choice unless you want to die.'' Erictma spit the last word out at his son as if he were a worthless pig. I suddenly felt a strong rope being tied around my arms. I knew that if I tried to move them, I would get a severe rope burn right away. So I stayed still, I did not move, and I became calm. I closed my eyes, when I opened them again, I knew they were a deep blue. I had become swallowed in sadness. And it was getting worse. If my eyes got any darker, they would become black. And black, means evil.
There was no darkness in me what so ever. Yes I can be cruel, but that is only if a person or people breaks the rules, and these people, had gone too far. Since Youam, Erictma, and the blonde boy have opened the door to the darkness that was locked away years ago, that door is now opened forever. If the door fully opens, I will kill them. Once the darkness has spread around my body, there is no way of stopping me. I have been blessed with the magic of voodoo, and sacred evil, but I am not evil. Only at points in time when I am mad will the darkness be unleashed. And this is a time when it was unleashed, but next time, there will be an end.
''Come Eoula.'' Erictma commanded, and I obeyed. I looked at Youam while walking down a sand path. Suddenly a light bulb flickered on in my head. I looked around for a Silver Cactus. Here a Silver Cactus can cut through anything. I kept looking until I noticed that Youam's eyes were on me. His eyes weren't dark anymore, but worried. Not worried for me, but worried for himself and his father. I gave him a look that said: If you tell your father what I am doing, this WILL be the end of you, Youam. I looked away and kept searching. ''Father, do you mind if I grab a Silver Cactus on our way?'' Youam asked his father, he sounded normal, but only I could sense the tension that was building up in him. ''Why do you need a Silver Cactus, boy?" Youam asked with cautious eyes. ''A Silver Cactus can cut through anything. So what if Eoula goes crazy again. It can slice through her, ending her life, immediately.'' Youam said and he looked at me, his eyes weren't black. They were that sweet red. The redness in his eyes gave my a hint that he still loved me. And with that, I smiled. I kept smiling until Erictma slapped me across the face, and I fell over. My arms moved, and I screamed in pain. ''Thats what you get!'' Erictma yelled at me. ''Father stop it!'' Youam yelled at him, and ran to my side, helping me up. I felt tears running down my face, but our tears are not clear like a human beings, our tears are red. I looked at the blonde boy, who had become quiet. He had walked up to me, and helped me up with Youam. He walked to my right, and Youam walked to my left, Erictma led. The blonde boy looked at me. ''I am Vichar. In my town that means-'' I cut him off by answering what he was about to say- ''Artistic.'' I said and smiled at him. This wasn't starting off too bad. I already have two people on my side, but our enemy is more powerful than all of use combined.

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