The dangerous ones by TheOneAndOnlyArtemis


 * 1) Fantasy

He lay on the small piece of fabric. The soft breeze blew over him. His sister breathed softly next to him. Asleep. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, he thought. Just as he thought that, the bell tolled, and she shot up, wide awake. "Wh-what? What happened?" she cried. "The Assassins drugged us and captured us," he whispered to her. "Be quiet and we can escape, like last time." She nodded and sat down, waiting to be brought to the Holding.

Two minutes later, an Assassin came by, and stuffed a gray, stained cotton gag into each of their mouths. "Follow me, if you want to live," the Assassin hissed. "And don't even dare try to use your powers." 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳? the brother wondered. But he followed the Assassin anyway, grabbing his sister's wrist and yanking her with him. She growled through her gag, loudly enough for him to hear, but quietly enough so the Assassin didn't notice. The tall, imposing brick building seemed to approach them, rather than them approaching it. He looked up at the great building, at the imposing structure. The air seemed to become ten times colder, as he slowly realized what happened in there. And then his head hit the brick wall, and he blacked out.

He woke up, tied to a cold metal chair. He struggled. The bonds were tight. No way to escape. 𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, he realized. But then he remembered his fire.

The bonds had crumbled into ash as soon as he released the first burst of fire. He melted the lock on the door. His sister was somewhere in the building. He tore up and down the skinny halls that felt as if they could close on him any second, but still he ran on. Then he saw her black hair, and the deep blue eyes that signified her. His sister. He felt his fear dissipate, and the claustrophobia evaporated. He blasted fire at the door, and dashed in. His sister was struggling with her bonds. Her power couldn't help her escape. He shot fire at her bonds, trying not to hit her. He burnt a small portion of the tight jumpsuit the Assassins had forced them into, but she seemed to be alright. "Brother!" she cried happily. She ran to hug him, but heavy footsteps sounded through the halls. "Assassins," she whispered.

The Assassin hunted them, prowling through the hallways, sniffing out any trace of them. He and his sister had found a nook in which they could hide, but not for long. "We need to go," his sister said frightfully. "Don't worry, stay in here. I have a plan." The Assassin was approaching. "Almost... now," he whispered. He burst out, blasting flame right into the Assassin's face. The Assassin fell over, clutching his face and screeching in pain. "Let's go! Go!" he cried to his sister.

They had exited the brick building. The scraggly bush they were hiding in had almost no cover. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. His sister was silent next to him, until she whispered. "I have to use my power," she whispered sadly. "We're not safe anymore. 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 of us are safe anymore." She scrambled out of the bush. "Wait!" he called. But it was too late.

She was using her power. She could only use it once in a lifetime, the Prophet had told their mother. If she used it any more than that, there was no telling what would happen. She had already used it once, to save their family. It only protected the brother and sister. Their parents died in the fight with the Assassins, years ago.

The light seemed to bend towards her. "Lightning," she muttered. "Thunder." Her skin glowed a bold, striking color, and her hair suddenly bleached bright white. She muttered a few last words. "Give me a storm. Kill the Assassins that will kill us." A shriek of pain emanated from her mouth. The Assassins closed in.

The Assassins made a grab for her. And then all their flesh melted away. Their skeletal forms all turned their heads to the distant sun, and collapsed in a pile of dark gray ashes. His sister rose up into the air. Mesmerized, he gazed towards her. All the light seemed to gaze upon her. She shrieked. And she crumbled into glowing dust.

The world went white. He could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, taste nothing, smell nothing. The world was empty. And his vision was restored. Every sign of the previous wasteland was gone, replaced with a paradise. No longer were there crumbed piles of ash, sad, leftover remains of those who had once been. He turned around in a circle. And then he saw his sister.

"Sister?" he calls. Her hair is no longer white, but her skin still glows. Instead of an insistent, blinding glow, it was gentle, like sunshine. She turns around. "Brother." she says quietly. "This all could have happened. A peaceful world, had our parents stopped him." He took a step forward. "What did our parents have to do with this?" he asked. "Our uncle." she whispers. "Our mother helped raise him when our grandparents died, before we even existed. She influenced him. It all could have been prevented." Tears swam down her face. She smiles sadly. He looks around. "This all could have happened?" "Yes," she replies. He knows the answer even before he asks. "There isn't a way to try again, is there?" She sighs. "No." She closes her eyes. A feeling of peace overtakes him, gentle but strong, and he crumbles into a pile of dust.

Never to be seen again.