Twilight War (16+ for violence)

Hello, my first piece I've posted. Hope you like it!

Twilight War

The darkness was a cruel master. It surrounded her on every side with closed doors and avenues of tumbling memory. The darkness held the sea, immeasurable. She was floating on top of it, soaked with emotion. She couldn't get out. She couldn't fight it. Eventually she would sink to it's sorrowful depths, too tired to move. The sea was a writhing mass of memories, memories yanked painfully from their rightful owners. Memories full of blood and gore. Memories where Chaos would reign supreme. Yet, that was where she resided most. Because even if they weren't real, even if they were ghost of reality, they were there. Her brothers and sisters, there they would call to her. For a while, for a terrified moment she would hear them. The Voices! Oh, the voices. She could bathe in them for hours. Litanies of light, of the summer fields. For what seemed like an eternity they would writhe through her being. Then for a moment she would be at peace. But like the sand in a timer, her mind would slowly slip away. A minute portion would tear itself apart and dive into the unreachable seas. Every day she was becoming less of a person. She was a prisoner, sentenced to die. Sentenced to watch her soul slip away until she couldn't think. Until she truly became an animal.It wouldn't be long. But she would fight. She wouldn't let her dusk come.

She wasn't ready. Not yet. Not now. They couldn't...

The smell of sweat and people, a cacophony of noise thundering through her eyes. A song was bursting from her lips. Her siblings where here. For a blood splattered instance she was whole. Together with her soul. Joy mixed with a measure of sadness permeated from her being. Joy for the ghosts that where her brothers and sadness knowing that they could never be reunited. Ahead a screaming line of demons, bodies convulsing.Malicious thoughts and obscenities exploding from their lips. With a war cry their line lept forward, clawed feet and mis-sized wings crashing with fearsome force. Elvria grasped her sword and added power to the shield. Together they slammed forwards , belting forward for all they where worth. The noise was terrific, the howls echoed round her ears. Then a screech cut through the air. Three metres to go. She slipped into a silent place where everything ran in slow motion. It was a crystal sphere in a land of massive sounds and tearing minds. Impact. Bones jarred and her slim figure buried itself between two large iron spikes that classed as spears. Her body rammed into the gap, sword swinging, left hand reaching out. Two twisted faces glared back at her, muscles twitching. Her sword met body with a dull thunk. A furious screech lanced from her left and her hand slashed through throat with clean efficiency, magical claws dissolving. The body crashed to the ground, joining the decapitated head of her first target. Something jabbed in her mind and she spun round flinging up a shield. A roaring furnace engulfed her figure. Flames impossibly hot. She felt them pushing her backwards, she couldn't get a grip. At the back of her head panic tried to worm into her calm sphere. She crushed with a pitiless thought. As suddenly as the flame had begun it stopped with a corrosive cough and an enormous body crashed to the floor...

And was back in the darkness, watching the grains of time flow through her fingertips. The voices where gone, her family left like rag-dolls in the library of her memory. NO! Not again. She lashed out with fury, psychic energy smashed against boundaries. Lightning cracked and an awesome wave of sound cascaded through her eyes. She smashed against her prison until her very being ached to it's core, energy expended. Until the echoes died and again the silence reigned supreme. Silent grief racked her mind with small sobs. Again she wept for the friend's lost. The soul's corrupted beyond redemption. Bodies battered beyond recognition and a ground bled with borrowed fluid . Sorrow lept at her heart and ripped it to shreds. She was alone. Alone in an expanse that expanded for an infinite distance in all directions. Without the power to yank herself free. She glowered, imagined teeth bared. She'd get them. When she fought her way free, she'd find them and reach for their mind. Like a vice she too would strangle reality and wring the remainder out of heir sorrowful brain.Anger began to fizzle out. It was replaced with a resentful soup of bitterness and battered pride. She slipped back into a form of unconsciousness. Unthinking. Mind blank, like a sheet of paper waiting to be written on.

She just wanted something, someone, anyone to be. Just someone.

So there was another voice inside her skull.

So she wasn't quite so alone.

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