Magic RP Spinoff

The Beginning

A loud crash of thunder awaken Kahla, who bolted straight up in her bed. Feeling the hair on the back of her neck stick up, she shuddered as the sudden cool air rushed over her body. Grabbing the covers, she pulled them around her body, trying to find some comfort in their softness. Realizing she had gotten side tracked, her mind quickly wandered back to reality.
        Looking around her pitch black room, her eyes darted from one side to the other, and back again. Rain could be heard, pounding against the window, as a flash of lightning quickly lit up the room for a split second. Everything soon fell into a deep darkness again. Sighing, she shook her head, trying to clear the images that were playing at her imagination.
        “Just a storm, it’s just a storm…” she whispered to her conscientious.
        Laying her head slowly back onto her pillow, she pulled the covers up to her neck. Taking one final glance over her room, her eyes paused on a figure near her mirror. Rubbing her eyes, just to make sure the lightning flash hadn’t caused her vision to blur, she realized that portion of the room did seem darker than the rest of the room. Pretending she didn’t see it, she closed her eyes tightly, wishing it away, hoping that if she pretended not to notice it, that maybe it wouldn’t notice her.
        “Kahla…” A deep booming, disembodied voice called to her.
         This time, instead of shooting up in bed, she held the covers close to her mouth, trembling with fear. The same cold that she had felt before washed over her again, this time much more noticeably, considering she was relatively warm underneath her covers just the moment before. Building up courage, she opened one of her eyes, to look back over to that section of the room.
        There, the figure had become more solid. His skin was pale, and he wore long black robes. His robes were adorned with ancient runes along the base and the rim of the hood. Only the lower half of his face showed from underneath the robe, from his nose down. Upon looking over at him, she noticed him smile, as he seemed to suck the warmth from her very soul.
        Terrified, she tried to call out to her parents for help, but she couldn’t muster anything more than a small whimper, the scream caught in her throat. Looking at him like a deer in the headlights of a car, he took a few slow, advancing steps on her.
        “Get back! I don’t know who you are but stay away from me!” she finally found her voice, as she started yelling at the man. Hearing her shouts, he only seemed to advance more quickly, drawing out the scene for the most enjoyment out of her terrified speech.
        “Please, just stay away from me…” she felt tears forming in her eyes, as she watched helplessly as the man continued to approach, now standing less than a foot from the side of her bed.
        “Oh, come now Kahla…” he smiled again, loving her terrified expression, feeling more alive than he had in a long time. “I bring with me a gift, a gift that I am ready to bestow on the next unfortunate soul. I have suffered long enough, I think.”
        Closing the gap, he stood directly over her. Slowly, he raised his arms, placing his hands on the runes on the rim of his hood. Whispering the words of an ancient language, the runes glowed and he continued his chant. Raising his voice into a feverish yell, his chant came to a thundering end, complemented by a flash of lightning from the tempest outside. Drawing forth his energy, he held a small light in his left hand, a sickening smile crossing his face.
        “I hold here the damnation that comes with fortune, for all is not what it always seems, young Kahla.” he said, passing the little ball of light to his right hand. “It is time that another bear the burden, and allow my soul to finally find salvation in the afterlife.” Putting the ball of light between both his hands, he swirled it, chanting softly to himself.
        Watching the whole scene, she tried, wanted to believe that this was a nightmare, but a pinch had already proved that theory null. Helpless to stop anything he was doing, she watched him make the final preparations. The ball of energy, or light, swirled several different colors as his chant progressed. Finding a comfort in the light, she used it to calm herself, to drown out the inevitable fate that awaited her. The light swirled yellow and orange first, changing to red and purple afterwards. However, by the end of the chant, the ball of light loss all color, leaving it a hollow shell.
        “It’s time Kahla.” he smiled, seeing his time on this rock had finally come to an end. “I’ve traveled this Earth for three hundred years, wondering when the perfect candidate would come along, and provide my soul with salvation.” Pulling his hand back, he looked at Kahla for the last time. “Farewell, Kahla, for I must be going now.”
        With a final motion, she saw him move the ball of light towards her. Pressing his hand to her chest, she watched in horrible fascination as the light dove inside of her, and she felt a sense of life return to her. Closing her eyes against the sudden bright light, she opened them again to find that she was completely alone, the man had disappeared. Double checking her room in the same fashion as earlier, she picked herself up off the floor. Feeling completely normal, aside from being a little scared by the events, she heard footsteps outside her room. The door flew open, and her father came rushing in.
        “Kahla!?” Having heard the yelling in the driveway, he had run as fast as he could to reach his daughter. “Kahla, where are you!?” He looked around her empty room, not finding her anywhere. “Damn it!” He hurried out of her room, still shouting her name, looking for her.
        She watched him leave as quickly as he had come in. Having been standing right beside her bed, she wondered how he could have missed seeing her. Letting a faint smile cross her face, she sighed, deciding that it was just too dark to see much of anything in her room. Moving around the bed, avoiding the dresser that she almost always ran into in the dark, she made her way across the room to stand in the doorway to the hall.
        “Dad? I’m right here!” She said as she stepped into the lit hallway.
        “Kahla? Seriously, this isn’t the time for games!” He had moved back into the hallway, but still didn’t see anyone.
        The hallway was short, and both ends could be seen by someone standing in it. Pictures of family members and deceased relatives lined the wall, opposite the bedrooms and storage closet. There were several doorways in the hall, the one closest the stairs leading to Kayla’s room. There were two other doorways on the same side of the wall, which lead to the closet, and Kayla’s parent’s room.
        “Dad, what are you talking about, I’m right here!” She called to him again, putting her hand on his shoulder now, so he might notice her this time.
        “What the…?” He felt something touch his shoulder, and he wiped around. “Kahla?” His pulse started to race, feeling that something was off about this whole picture. He couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he was being watched, as his eyes darted from one side of the hall to the other.
        “Dad, knock it off!” Feeling a little distressed now. He had definitely saw her that time, and she read the sense of urgency on his face, his eyes bloodshot. “What’s wrong dad…?” Her voice much softer this time. “Why were you crying?”
        “I…” He felt stranger talking to the air, but he gave up trying to find her. Realizing she could hear him by some means, he decided to go right into it. “It’s your mother Kahla. She’s…she’s not coming home. She died, about an hour ago…”