Rage

As the full realization of my current plight hit me, I felt an anger arise within me that was completely unexpected and new. It started with a slow, bubbling feeling that rather quickly rose to a furious boil. I couldn’t believe that I had been taken unaware by magick so easily by someone I had no real reason to trust in the first damn place.

Small voices, almost whispers in my mind, spoke to my conscious mind. They whispered in a dozen different languages and in nearly as many different voices, each telling me in their own way how foolish I had been to trust others, or how ‘they’ could help me...I couldn’t tell you what languages they spoke in, but I understood everything each one said...

“Trust is for fools...”

“We must not be weak...”

“Let us help you be stronger...”

“Don’t listen to the meddling humans...”

“We are one now...”

“We must feed...”

“Look to the Shadows, we know how to use them...”

“Destroy the Light...”

“Fear is Strength...”

“Hate is Strength...”

“Anger is Strength...”

The voices grew louder and even more discordant the angrier I got, which of course was making me even madder.

Before long my vision grew blurry as I began lashing out in rage at the beautiful formations in the cavern. Hitting things, breaking them in thousands of shards, gave me a sense of growing strength, but it fed the rage. It couldn’t have been more than a few moments before I blacked out. The last thing I remember from that moment is feeling a surge of Darkness well up from within and blast out from my fingers towards that damnable Light....