Drake

Moving images of Marick getting attacked by whatever new weapon The Guild had acquired, imprinted on my mind. To use his ability against him was a horrible way to die. The trees almost ripped him apart and I couldn't do a damn thing. In my mind, I fought them off but in reality, I stood by the tree and did nothing.

I couldn't move.

Bullshit, Drake. You didn't want to move.

I clutched the sides of my head with a strong grip. "Get out! Get out of my head!"

You loved it!

A voice that wasn't mine kept using my own to put these horrible thoughts in my head. Sophie was right. It was the Dark Fire, even if I refused to admit it.

I wasn't strong enough to fight it, and more people were going to die.

A book on curses that contained nothing of the Dark Fire connected with the floor as this burning hatred I never owned took over. The lamp was next and the light inside of it shattered into tiny pieces against the wall.

I fell on my knees in front of the couch and screamed. The dark and heavy burden of changing into a dark entity pumped in my core. It tried to snuff out all the good in me, and replaced it with the shadows of my darkness that rested deep within.

There was no cure for this curse. Not anymore.

The fatigue numbed my senses, the fight to stay good, and I fell into a dark void as the voices kept harassing me, bringing forward my darkest desires.

A tiny chapter just to get an inkling what Drake is busy dealing with. I hope you guys love it. Let me know your thoughts and don't forget to vote.