Epilogue
***5 years later***
It’s almost summer and I feel great. I like the way my flames feel. I can control them now and they give me strength. But still, something feels odd. I can’t describe it, it’s like I miss something.
“Ruby!”
I look up, surprised. “I’m sorry, master. I’m sorry.”
“Pay attention, girl.”
I nod, while I look at my master. She’s gorgeous. Although she says to be over a hundred years old, she still looks like she’s in her twenties. She has an incredibly lean body, with a stunning chocolate-color skin. Her black, curly hair falls over her shoulders and her dark brown, almost black, eyes are outlined with the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen! She’s my master, my teacher. She’s learning me how to control and use my powers.
But she’s scaring me, most of the time. She never said something about her true powers, but she seems to know almost everything about mages. She says I’m strong, but not a true mage. I don’t know what that means. But besides making portals and teleporting, I’m very bad at ‘mage-stuff’. The only thing I like doing is hurt others, use my powers for strength. And there’s no better person to teach me that than my master. She’s the Queen of damage. She has conquered multiple cities, villages and area’s.
But deep inside me, I feel that it’s not good. There’s something odd. With every month I spend time with my master, I feel less human and more reckless. I’m less caring about other lives, about feelings and consequences. I just want to hurt somebody. But with every lesson I get from her, I feel stronger and better than before. I’m addicted to that feeling.
“Now, I don’t care you hate it, but place your rune of power on the ground. NOW!”
I’m refocusing my thoughts and stare at my hands. I try to mimic the movements from the master, but it’s not working. I try again, and again, and finally after my sixth attempt a vague circle shows on the ground.
The master doesn’t look happy, but she isn’t saying anything about it.
“You’ve now 15 seconds to use your powers with double effectiveness. When you’re using your rune of power, your spells will be twice as powerful. Try it.”
I form a big fireball in my hand and fires it against the fake, metal human in front of me. It melts away.
“Damn…” I whisper.
The hunger to destroy everything rises and I start firing my flames against anything that is around me. I start laughing, this feels amazing! I keep firing and with every hit, I feel the darkness in my heart increasing.
Master is looking at me, with an evil smile on her face.
After 10 seconds, I feel my powers slowing down and becoming normal again.
“That was awesome!” I yell, enthusiastically.
Master smiles at me. “I know, but you can only use it once an hour or so. So you always need to find the perfect timing to use it, understand?”
I nod. I understand.
“Great, now: start practising like normal. I want you to make dinner in 2 hours. I’m starting to get hungry.”
I start practising, it’s a routine: every morning I have class and every afternoon I’m spending practising. After the practise, I need to make dinner and in the evenings I’m cleaning the house. I know the master is not my mother, or related at all. With my pale-white skin and red hair, I’m not even close to her image. But I don’t know who I am, I’ve memories from the day I met my master, around 5 and a half years ago. But my memories aren’t going further back. It doesn’t matter how hard I try, it’s like they’re erased.
But you know: every day I’m caring less about it. Everyday I feel less interested in my past, it doesn’t matter anymore. I have a new home, a new future.
My master says I’m going to be the best fire mage that has ever existed. That’s a promise.
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Author's note: Do you remember her, dear readers? I feel like the story is not done, yet. Don't forget to follow me and the next story that will come around. Much love!
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