They placed her head down and dropped the axe. “Mom!” I screamed as her head rolled away. Her smile was still there. It was the last straw. I had watched them take my sister. Now, they had taken my mother. Something inside me snapped.
I stepped down from the stands and stood in front of the Witch Hunters. “I have something to say,” I said with a clear voice. My vision reddened.
“Who are you spoke to us so casually,” the king of Witch Hunters barked.
“That was my mother you just murdered.”
“Murdered? How dare you accuse us of such a thing? Our prosecution is just.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it!.”
He glared at me, trying to decide if I was worth his time. He smirked. I wasn’t. “I suggest you leave. Now.”
“No. I have something to say,” I paused. “You have seriously misjudged me. You will pay for that,” I replied and let the magic coursing with in me out. A wave of a toxic gas poured out of me. The Witch Hunters began to gasp for air. I walked over to the king as he tried to stay alive.
“How?” he choked.
“You thought only women had magic, but men have even more than we think.” I stood on the scale. The machine maxed out right away, then it blew up. “You see. That is true power, and I am more powerful than you could ever imagine.”
With a look of utter pain, the king took his final breath. His expression still there. I let the gas sip back into me like a calming inhale. It was done. My mother’s final wish was fulfilled. Now, the world could rest in peace.
[Vanessa Loya ©2019]