Role

Chapter 5

*A continuation*

As I advanced a little closer, the cloaked figure shifted slightly in my
direction. The Rift's light betrayed his cloaked face, revealing his
svirf features. "Your passion for mischief has gone too far this time Jumbel!"
exclaimed my father. "You should not be here!" he yelled. His eyes
glowed with magic as he casted a spell on his vile whip. A burst of
energy expelled across the chamber as his fiery whip clashed with my
trapezius. My mother's cry echoed from a distance as I saw her sprinting
towards us.

"You will be a Furystone no more" he proclaimed. He uttered another
incantation as light poured through his whip. He raised his wielding
hand preparing for his final blow. As the whip advanced towards my
face I shielded my eyes. I heard my mother's scream and the booming sound
of magic.

I opened my eyes and was overwhelmed in sorrow as I realized my
mother had stepped in front of the lashing. She laid lifeless on the ground
with a stone rose resting in her closed fist. My father rushed to her
body, devastated by his actions. Filled with rage, I grabbed
his whip with my left hand and my axe with my right. I entwined his torso
and brought my axe violently down upon his head. Blood spilled across the chamber
as I stared down at them both. I removed the stone rose from my mother's
clenched fist and secured it to my belt. As I glanced nervously at the
magical rift, I adjusted each of the thirteen stone roses secured to my belt.