Villain in the Making
 
“They will fear you,” the voice echoed within my mind, twisted, and sounding like a cacophony of whispers.
 
“I know they will,” I replied as I looked over the gloves that came with my suit, “and I will give them all more than one reason to.” They creaked with every flex of my wrist, and squeaked as my other hand, gloved similarly, ran against my forearm. I smiled.
 
“They won’t ignore you any longer,” the voice continued on. It had no name, nor an identity. It was tied to the book that I found… the book that I had on the desk before me, flanked by the short sword it bestowed to me, and candle-light all around.
 
“They will kneel before you, or fall,” it said. I paused, swearing briefly I’d heard my own voice among its many.
 
“If we want to survive, we will maim and wound… we will not kill,” I muttered back as I picked up the short sword from the desk. Briefly, the cold stone of my surroundings flickered from the nearby light.
 
Holding it just past the hand guard, I focused, channeling into the dark powers that I’d unlocked. A violet flame appeared, and grew within my left hand. I felt the magic flowing from it, its dark energies that stole the light from the nearby candles. With or without, I was fully capable of seeing within the darkness. Grabbing the blade by its handle, I closed my eyes focusing my power into the gem at the pommel.
 
Wails upon the wind met my ears as I felt the blade shudder and quake from the forced enchantment. The candles around me danced, dimming until I was left in darkness… where my power remained truer than in light. My hands shook, quivering as I felt the energies within my being flow out into the seemingly simple blade. Within a moment, I was done, drained, but done.
 
I huffed, setting the blade down as the pommel had an eerie violet glow. It was ready, much like herself now. With her blade now possessing the dark magic, she would be capable of striking down foes and striking them right at the source of their magic. Unicorns would be rendered useless with one charged slash, and Pegasi would lose their flight for an hour before they could fly again.
 
“Killing them, it would be less trouble. Why do you wish to spare them?” The voice questioned, drawing a curious curtain over her thoughts, as though inspecting them.
 
“We do this my way,” I said firmly. Reaching over to the tome at the head of the desk, I pulled it close and clipped it to my belt. My source of power… it couldn’t be far without me, lest I be rendered useless.
 
“If they die, we do as well. If you want to stay with me, to aim for survival… then we need to maim and wound, not kill.” I added, balling my hands into tight fists.
 
The candles, few stolen of their light, left me in shadows at the desk. Quick as I was to get drained, the darkness… it fueled me, gave me back the energy I expended. Empowering as this magic was, amplifying my own skills further, and finally giving me a taste of magic I was so curious about… I always tried to remain in control. I had to remain in control. I wouldn’t surrender my body and being to some entity.
 
“One day you will slip, and when that day comes… you’ll need my power in full. We will become one once that day arrives,” it taunted, catching whiff of my thoughts.
 
“And you’ll jump into controlling my body,” I replied as I stood up from my seat. Grabbing my short sword from the desk, I turned around, facing the darkness before myself. What would be utter blackness into the tunnels ahead came to me in varying shades of gray.
 
“You’re in my mind, and my body. Remember that.”
 
I sighed deeply as I held the blade loosely at my sides. I closed my eyes, tapping into my power further. I smirked, unleashing it in a controlled, and intimidating manner. From my core, I weaved it towards my head, letting it change my eyes, and letting the magic bleed faintly into the open air. I had to look the part, feel the part, and be the part.
 
“Now we finally act on your desires? This greed, this lust for more?” The voice whispered, interested, but distant.
 
“We are,” I replied as I started down the hall, making my way back towards the surface. My own voice, as well as the clicking of my heels kept me company throughout the walk.
 
“The curious and foolhardy often wander into the Everfree… we will find someone to act as our servant.”
 

 
This really isn’t one of my best stories. I don’t know what I was intending for the story, but this was the turnout. Very mediocre, and an experiment.