Reincarnated
23
Oliver's POV:
I watch Clara across the field, the king's words burning in my mind. He took Clara away from me, she's still in my life, but I can never have her again. 'He took her away from you,' the dark whispers fill my ears and I shake my head. 'He took your true love away from you, and you can never have her back.' Shut up. 'Its his fault, you can never have her back. No matter how hard she tries, you know you have to push her away or you die.' "Shut up," I mumble. The darkness inside me is trying to get me use magic, I can't let it win. 'You know the only way to get rid of me.' Clara got rid of you. 'No, magic gets rid of me. And you know it.' Its lying to me. The whispers fade away as Clara runs to me. Clara reaches me and smiles at me, "Oliver, can I ride my horse please?" It hurts to be near her, knowing that I can never have her again.
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I stare at the fire in my fire place, burning, burning like the fire inside me. Its been weeks, weeks of agonizing pain, the darkness trying to take over me. And each second it has been harder to fight it. Clara is trying to get closer, like she did before. And I keep pushing her away, and that kills me as well. It feeds the darkness inside me, by pushing Clara away, its winning. The whispers laugh louder, they keep trying to tear me apart. 'You can never have Clara again, but you know there's one way to get her back.' "SHUT UP!!!" The fire blazes more and I step back from it. That was me. I feel my magic surge through me, the whispers laughing. 'Admit it, you love the feeling you get when you use magic.' Never, this magic, its evil. I could talk to Taylor to help me to control my magic. 'She'll turn you away for who you are.' No she won't. 'Yes, she, will.' "NO SHE WON'T!!!" The glass in my small room shatters and I turn away from the glass.
The whispers laugh even louder, 'you know you love the feeling of your magic, the power you feel.' "No, your wrong," I cry. "I won't become evil. I'm not evil, Clara said I'm not evil, that if I was truly evil, that I wouldn't create something beautiful. And I did make something beautiful." 'That rose you made, it was a poisoned rose.' "You're lying, Clara touched it." 'She didn't get pricked by the thorns. Look behind you.' I look behind me and see the same rose I made months ago, sitting on the small table. I slowly pick up the rose and stare at it. The petals turn black and I quickly drop it. "No, no its a normal rose." 'Normal roses don't do that.' It was a lie, what Clara said, was a lie, but she didn't know. How could she? 'You know the only way to get her back is to use magic.' The only way.... The only way... The only way I can have Clara back... Is to use magic... 'Let us help you," the whispers fade.
I close my eyes and picture Clara, her sweet smile, her warm loving eyes, the day I first met her. She's my true love, and the king took her away from me. He's the reason for the madness and the darkness to return, he's the cause of it. He's the reason Clara doesn't remember us, he's the reason I can never be with Clara again. I open my eyes and stare at the fire, "Take me." Dark laughter fills the room and the fire goes out, a huge pain surges through me and I drop to the floor. I let out a scream in agony, the darkness taking over me. Fight it Oliver, you can fight it. I let out another scream, the burning sensation filling my entire body. I stare up, the pitch black filling my eyes. "I'll get you back Clara, I swear it."
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I read through the spell book one more time and look into my small pot. This is the final step to my plan. I have already created a imaginary war, I created everyone, and I'm controlling all of them. I had to make the king think that Clara is in danger. Now is the final step to my plan. "Now my blood to make sure I can forever control him." I grab my knife and cut my palm, I quickly hold my hand over the pot and let my blood run down my palm and drip into the pot. Smoke comes from the pot and I quickly step back. With the king having his new four guards protecting Clara, its been harder to get near her. I'll take them down as well, I'll take them all down. Clara and I have been getting close, not as close we once were, but close enough for my spells to work. She doesn't know she's making my magic stronger. The smoke clears and a naked boy my age appears. Handsome, just like I wanted.
He looks around confused and then his eyes land on me. He stumbles back, "no need to worry." "How did I get here?" "You are here because of me, I created you." "Who are you?" "I'm Oliver, a dark warlock." He stumbles back again and loses his balance and falls forward. "You are going to have to be more careful, you have a lot to learn before I sent you off." "Sent me off to where?" "For the reason why I have created you." I help him up and I help him catch his balance. "Now, just one more thing." I grab his hand and cut his palm, he flinches at the pain. "Why did you do that." "You'll see." I press my cut palm to his, our blood mixing. I focus on my magic and close my eyes, I feel my magic surge through me and into him. I open my eyes and let go of his hand. "What did you do?" "I had just put a spell on you, to control you." "Control me!?" "Its not as bad as it sounds. Trust me. Its also for back up, just in case my plan fails. There's someone working against me, and I have a feeling she'll end this when she has the chance." "Who is she?" "Taylor, she's a good witch. But a powerful one, the most powerful one I have seen to this day. She's capable to stopping me."
"Then how about I kill her." "No, that is not necessary. She's part of my plan as well." "What do you mean?" "She'll stop me, but not fully. I already know of her plan to stop our time, and have all of us reborn in the future. But little does she know, I have my ways around it. And you are part of it. You will be reborn as well, and when the time is right, I'll bring your memories back. Your full memories." "When does this take place." "Soon, but I must teach you." "Teach me what." I smile to myself and heal my cut with my magic. "Etiquete."
I watch Clara across the field, the king's words burning in my mind. He took Clara away from me, she's still in my life, but I can never have her again. 'He took her away from you,' the dark whispers fill my ears and I shake my head. 'He took your true love away from you, and you can never have her back.' Shut up. 'Its his fault, you can never have her back. No matter how hard she tries, you know you have to push her away or you die.' "Shut up," I mumble. The darkness inside me is trying to get me use magic, I can't let it win. 'You know the only way to get rid of me.' Clara got rid of you. 'No, magic gets rid of me. And you know it.' Its lying to me. The whispers fade away as Clara runs to me. Clara reaches me and smiles at me, "Oliver, can I ride my horse please?" It hurts to be near her, knowing that I can never have her again.
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I stare at the fire in my fire place, burning, burning like the fire inside me. Its been weeks, weeks of agonizing pain, the darkness trying to take over me. And each second it has been harder to fight it. Clara is trying to get closer, like she did before. And I keep pushing her away, and that kills me as well. It feeds the darkness inside me, by pushing Clara away, its winning. The whispers laugh louder, they keep trying to tear me apart. 'You can never have Clara again, but you know there's one way to get her back.' "SHUT UP!!!" The fire blazes more and I step back from it. That was me. I feel my magic surge through me, the whispers laughing. 'Admit it, you love the feeling you get when you use magic.' Never, this magic, its evil. I could talk to Taylor to help me to control my magic. 'She'll turn you away for who you are.' No she won't. 'Yes, she, will.' "NO SHE WON'T!!!" The glass in my small room shatters and I turn away from the glass.
The whispers laugh even louder, 'you know you love the feeling of your magic, the power you feel.' "No, your wrong," I cry. "I won't become evil. I'm not evil, Clara said I'm not evil, that if I was truly evil, that I wouldn't create something beautiful. And I did make something beautiful." 'That rose you made, it was a poisoned rose.' "You're lying, Clara touched it." 'She didn't get pricked by the thorns. Look behind you.' I look behind me and see the same rose I made months ago, sitting on the small table. I slowly pick up the rose and stare at it. The petals turn black and I quickly drop it. "No, no its a normal rose." 'Normal roses don't do that.' It was a lie, what Clara said, was a lie, but she didn't know. How could she? 'You know the only way to get her back is to use magic.' The only way.... The only way... The only way I can have Clara back... Is to use magic... 'Let us help you," the whispers fade.
I close my eyes and picture Clara, her sweet smile, her warm loving eyes, the day I first met her. She's my true love, and the king took her away from me. He's the reason for the madness and the darkness to return, he's the cause of it. He's the reason Clara doesn't remember us, he's the reason I can never be with Clara again. I open my eyes and stare at the fire, "Take me." Dark laughter fills the room and the fire goes out, a huge pain surges through me and I drop to the floor. I let out a scream in agony, the darkness taking over me. Fight it Oliver, you can fight it. I let out another scream, the burning sensation filling my entire body. I stare up, the pitch black filling my eyes. "I'll get you back Clara, I swear it."
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I read through the spell book one more time and look into my small pot. This is the final step to my plan. I have already created a imaginary war, I created everyone, and I'm controlling all of them. I had to make the king think that Clara is in danger. Now is the final step to my plan. "Now my blood to make sure I can forever control him." I grab my knife and cut my palm, I quickly hold my hand over the pot and let my blood run down my palm and drip into the pot. Smoke comes from the pot and I quickly step back. With the king having his new four guards protecting Clara, its been harder to get near her. I'll take them down as well, I'll take them all down. Clara and I have been getting close, not as close we once were, but close enough for my spells to work. She doesn't know she's making my magic stronger. The smoke clears and a naked boy my age appears. Handsome, just like I wanted.
He looks around confused and then his eyes land on me. He stumbles back, "no need to worry." "How did I get here?" "You are here because of me, I created you." "Who are you?" "I'm Oliver, a dark warlock." He stumbles back again and loses his balance and falls forward. "You are going to have to be more careful, you have a lot to learn before I sent you off." "Sent me off to where?" "For the reason why I have created you." I help him up and I help him catch his balance. "Now, just one more thing." I grab his hand and cut his palm, he flinches at the pain. "Why did you do that." "You'll see." I press my cut palm to his, our blood mixing. I focus on my magic and close my eyes, I feel my magic surge through me and into him. I open my eyes and let go of his hand. "What did you do?" "I had just put a spell on you, to control you." "Control me!?" "Its not as bad as it sounds. Trust me. Its also for back up, just in case my plan fails. There's someone working against me, and I have a feeling she'll end this when she has the chance." "Who is she?" "Taylor, she's a good witch. But a powerful one, the most powerful one I have seen to this day. She's capable to stopping me."
"Then how about I kill her." "No, that is not necessary. She's part of my plan as well." "What do you mean?" "She'll stop me, but not fully. I already know of her plan to stop our time, and have all of us reborn in the future. But little does she know, I have my ways around it. And you are part of it. You will be reborn as well, and when the time is right, I'll bring your memories back. Your full memories." "When does this take place." "Soon, but I must teach you." "Teach me what." I smile to myself and heal my cut with my magic. "Etiquete."
Notes
That's it! That's the end of Oli's story! Hopefully the end will help you all realize who the second enemy is.
12/25/14