Black Magic:
Through a Demon's Eyes
A black boot stepped out the door. Darkness closed in around the young woman. The figure stood still as the wind blew back her dark hair. The wind whisked by her ears as the half moon's beams shone down upon her and the street around her. All the anger built up inside would be gone by the end of the week.
Her thoughts trailed back to how this all started. She missed a normal life, but thrilled herself with her new found power.
"Ata!"
Ata groaned. She rolled over looking at her face clock. Her room was still dark without the rising sun. Ata whipped her feet over the side of her bed and jerked up onto her feet. Her room was filled with clothes. No one could know the colour of her floor. Pictures of her friends covered her closet doors. A picture of her and her old friends fell to the ground when she flung open the doors. With another groan, Ata bent over to pick it up, and she slapped it back onto the door. She flicked on the light in her closet, searching for something to wear.
Ata grabbed a black and red baseball tee with blue jeans. Quickly, Ata changed her clothes. She picked up a blue comb and ran in through her almost black locks that barely reached the middle of her chest. An illusion was created in Ata's eyes; they were usually a light hazel, but appeared darker from her dark shirt. After applying a quick sweep of make-up, Ata hurried off into the kitchen where her mother had made oatmeal.
The kitchen was small, but clean. The floor was an evergreen that matched the pink and green floral wallpaper. Light green cupboards covered the walls. The steel sinks were scoured neatly, free of pots and pans. Ata's mother stood over the stove. Her soft face looked over the pot where she was cooking. Everything was neat and tidy, just the way Ata's mother liked it.
"Morning Mom," Ata greeting her mother with a groan, which displeased her. Ata was just a few inches taller than her dark haired mother was.
"Eat your oatmeal, quickly, or else you'll miss the bus." Ata hated to ride the bus. She was grateful it would almost be over. She was older in her class, so she would be the first of her friends to receive her license.
"Do I have to?" Ata questioned, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
Ata was in no mood to argue with her mother. She was already feeling grumpy and didn't want to make it worse.
Author's Note: I am aware of how terribly short and boring this chapter is. It is mainly just an introduction. In the second chapter, things heat up!
Through a Demon's Eyes
A black boot stepped out the door. Darkness closed in around the young woman. The figure stood still as the wind blew back her dark hair. The wind whisked by her ears as the half moon's beams shone down upon her and the street around her. All the anger built up inside would be gone by the end of the week.
Her thoughts trailed back to how this all started. She missed a normal life, but thrilled herself with her new found power.
"Ata!"
Ata groaned. She rolled over looking at her face clock. Her room was still dark without the rising sun. Ata whipped her feet over the side of her bed and jerked up onto her feet. Her room was filled with clothes. No one could know the colour of her floor. Pictures of her friends covered her closet doors. A picture of her and her old friends fell to the ground when she flung open the doors. With another groan, Ata bent over to pick it up, and she slapped it back onto the door. She flicked on the light in her closet, searching for something to wear.
Ata grabbed a black and red baseball tee with blue jeans. Quickly, Ata changed her clothes. She picked up a blue comb and ran in through her almost black locks that barely reached the middle of her chest. An illusion was created in Ata's eyes; they were usually a light hazel, but appeared darker from her dark shirt. After applying a quick sweep of make-up, Ata hurried off into the kitchen where her mother had made oatmeal.
The kitchen was small, but clean. The floor was an evergreen that matched the pink and green floral wallpaper. Light green cupboards covered the walls. The steel sinks were scoured neatly, free of pots and pans. Ata's mother stood over the stove. Her soft face looked over the pot where she was cooking. Everything was neat and tidy, just the way Ata's mother liked it.
"Morning Mom," Ata greeting her mother with a groan, which displeased her. Ata was just a few inches taller than her dark haired mother was.
"Eat your oatmeal, quickly, or else you'll miss the bus." Ata hated to ride the bus. She was grateful it would almost be over. She was older in her class, so she would be the first of her friends to receive her license.
"Do I have to?" Ata questioned, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
Ata was in no mood to argue with her mother. She was already feeling grumpy and didn't want to make it worse.
Author's Note: I am aware of how terribly short and boring this chapter is. It is mainly just an introduction. In the second chapter, things heat up!