Insanity Part 2
It felt like an artist was delicately painting the pictures that appeared in Loa's head. They flickered like some moving picture, slowly through her mindscape. She knew this would be a long journey beginning far in the past.
"Young Loa." Ni Shang spoke. "You are Loa of the Shang Dragon. Destroyer of Worlds."
A seven year old Loa nodded.
Loa was moving now, another picture. It was a room. A man stood above her, and she was lying down. He spoke to a woman on the other side of the bed.
"She's insane."
"What?" the woman's voice was delicate and musical… It reminded Loa of… Waterfalls.
"She's too far… We can never bring her back. Let her go back to the Shang. That is where she belongs."
"Fine." The woman said sorrowfully.
"Your Highness… Lao Ma, I have been your humble servant for many years, but you cannot save this girl."
"Give her back to Shang. The deal is off. It doesn't matter, she isn't the one."
"Yes."
The scene faded.
Another…
In the cold of winter the snow was falling thickly around Loa, she was eleven.
"How dare you?! You little bitch!" Shang was beating her. He had a whip and was chasing her around the manor. "Going to Chin? How dare you? Do you know what that could've done?!"
Loa moved back, she was up against the wall.
Shang balled up a fist and drove it into her stomach, and then into her mouth. Blood flowed from her split lip.
"That'll teach you." He said, looking down at her.
Loa was falling into the abyss of unconsciousness. "Master…" she whispered.
"Shut up, you swine!"
Loa somehow stumbled to her feet. "You… cannot… break… this… soul…" she whispered. Her eyes flickered. Fire sprouted at her fingertips.
"You cannot stop a destroyer." She said. Evil prophecy was in her tone.
"This cannot be… Your true power?"
The young girl, bleeding heavily, whirled around, and tackled Shang into the snow, lifting a small fist high into the air, surrounded by flames; she drove it into the man's shoulder. It smoldered there, and when she had released the man, the burnt flesh was adorned with a black dragon.
The man stared at her, his eyes filled with terror. He looked to his shoulder, and then at the half-dead child in front of him. He began to pray softly.
"You cannot destroy pure power." Loa whispered her voice distorted and deep.
"Forgive me, forgive me…" Shang had whispered, cradling his singed arm.
Then Loa approached him, her cuts bleeding; her tattered clothing stuck to her from the snow. "Your time will come." She said. Then she fell to the snow, unconscious.
Another scene washed away… Another vivid picture began to form in her mind's eye.
She was now thirteen, a young woman, who looked forlornly at the empty summer sky. She was alone. Completely alone. Shang no longer challenged her. She devoted most of her time to silent mediation, and killing. She sat on a hill… Looking saddened. She opened her palm to see a black dragon on a piece of fabric. She looked at it, a tear fell from her eyes, hit the fabric, and then, as if some great hand had came and crumpled the scene up like a piece of paper.
Now… A glimpse into the future…
Flames.
Flames glimmered in the night sky, and around her. She was surrounded by the anguished screams of the Amazons.
"Dear God…" one whispered.
Loa turned to see a figure shrouded by the shadows, and the light. "You're time has come… Prepare for the end." She whispered.
"What are you doing?" the person on the ground asked.
"What I must."
"Why?"
"Because… This is my fate." He voice was calm, she raised a hand, that glimmered with its own fire, and projected pure physic energy onto the person… The person withered and fell to the ground, screaming.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. But no remorse was in her voice.
Loa's eyes snapped open, and the smile of a madman crossed her face. "There will be no more." She whispered. "I will end your lives… I am…" she stood, and began to walk from the cliff, into the woods.
"Loa, the Black Dragon of Shang…"
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