Whisp by Grace Mattox (first ebook reader TXT) 📕

"That's unimportant as of this moment." Vincent shook his head. "Attack!" He screeched. Robes flew, wands waved, spells were cast. The land, Whisp's home, suddenly became a battle ground, and his gaze was directed on the one who caused it first.

Vincent flicked his wand toward Whisp, and a giant blue ball of light hurtled toward him. He dodged it with ease and went up in the air, floating toward his enemy. Vincent rose as well, and they faced eachother.

"Why are you doing this, fool? We are winning." Vincent cast his gaze toward the battle field, contempt glittering in his eyes. Whisp looked down as well. Horror seized him.

Leiha was on the ground, pinned by Tabitha. Tabitha was standing from afar; she had her wand pointed toward Leiha, crushing her with a spell. Leiha tried to catch her breath but could draw none, for Tabitha's magic was far too powerful.

Whisp grunted, waving his wand toward Tabitha. She flew backwards in shock, her wand falling to the ground in front of her.

Leiha was released and rushed at Tabitha's wand. However, before she could grab it someone stopped her. A man rushed towards it, knocking her our of the way with ease as he gripped it in his hands.

Leiha growled with frustration, kicking him in the knee. He fell to the ground, and Leiha was able to snatch the wand from his fingertips seconds before it touched the ground.

"Looks like we are the ones winning." Whisp said triumphantly, as Leiha cast her wand at Callus, who had dropped his. He caught it with ease and aimed his spell at the one responsible for it.

Vincent grimaced slightly, obviously displeased with his team. "They know a trick." He explained. "Yet, they are not using it yet...hmm...that worries me."

"It should." Whisp chuckled. "My people love this land. Yours dont even know it." 

Vincent made a face, contemplating this in his mind for a short moment.

"My people do as I say." Still in the air, Vincent crossed his arms. "They made me leader--"

"Why was that, though? They could be so much greater than this. But you have already turned them into battling, bloodthirsty monsters who kill recklessly." Whisp interupted, his gaze inquiring as he looked down upon the battle. His team was winning; Vincent's team was clearly untrained.

"My team needs to be strong, like me. But they are nothing but weaklings. Everyday it is the same. They dont understand that somewhere, out, far away, there are other wizards that need to be taught a lesson." Vincent scowled downwards at his team.

"Not everyone is interested in killing like you." Whisp told him, slightly amused by his words. He didnt understand, did he, that some wizards are good? "You could have been the great leader, better than me even, but you threw that away for power." He shook his head. "That is a shame. A shame indead."

Vincent looked quite puzzled. He worked through Whisp's words in his head, yet his mind came up blank. Whisp grimaced. Being reasonable hadnt worked. That was his best trick.

"But I can see your more interested in fighting." Whisp commented. "After all, Vincent, what is there to life, being a wizard? Maybe you are helping them."

"Helping..?" Vincent was disgusted. "You mean im putting them out of their misery?"

"Perhaps." Whisp said truthfully. "Most wizards want to die. They are just a bit scared to do it themselves." Whisp explained, his eyes blank as he spoke.

Vincent flew to Whisp's side, gazing down as well. "Your winning, obviously." He said, almost sad. But his brain was working in his own plan.

"But still, this land is important. We must take it." He growled. His dark eyes narrowed slightly; his mouth tightened with his decision.

"Why? Why is it so important?" Whisp demanded, rage swirling inside him. There was no way, no way, he would give up his land.

Vincent looked slightly annoyed with this inquiry; his tossed his head defiantly away from his component. Apparently these were...personal matters, Whisp realised. He would have to get deeper.

He let his eyes soften, less threatening now. But Vincent wasnt paying attention; his eyes were wild with horror as he gazed down at the battle. Whisp lost focus, following the wizards gaze crossly.

Callus had pinned a wizard to the ground. She struggled but was no match for his black magic; he crossed toward her to finish her off with the killing spell. But when he got close, Vincent flew down, knocking Callus out of the way and letting the female wizard up. She smirked ever so slightly to Vincent; she waved her wand at Callus, and he flew back.

Whisp narrowed his eyes as he watched. Obviously this female meant something to Vincent..somehow. But wasnt Tabitha his wife, or had he totally misunderstood?

But no, alas Vincent flew forward to her, murmuring in her ear slightly. The female's gaze rose; they met Whisp's with wild ambition. 

Vincent backed away slightly, smiling. The female rose into the air gracefully, holding her same smirk as before as she glided towards him. Whisp tensed, wand ready, but she showed no signs of attacking. Still, he refused to slack his ready pose.

"Hello." The females voice sounded like she was singing. "I am Malinda. And you?"

Whisp struggled to hold his wand steady; he trembled with the effort. There was no trust left in him, especially not for this wizard. He lowered his wand in defeat. "Whisp."

Yet, he still struggled with his wand. It would only take one spell to-

"Dont try it." The female's tone turned smug ever so slightly; she flew forward until she stood directly in front of Whisp. "As you can see, I have a bodyguard."

"I could kill him too." Whisp gripped his wand as she approached. He didnt trust her one bit.

"You should." Now her tone was more annoyed than smug. "After all, I am Losa's sister, arent I?"

"Losa only had one sister." Whisp was angry now. His eyes turned dark silver.

The females high pitched voice rose. "That she told you of." She explained, a sly smile taking place of the ambitious smirk on her face.

"Losa would have told me." Whisp roared, backing away in the air. His eyes were alight with fury; his grip on his wand tightened, though everything felt surreal. His clouded mind struggled to think of something more to say. "S-she tells me everything!" He growled.

"No, not everything." Malinda was smirking once more, pleasure glittering in her dark eyes. She enjoyed this much more than Vincent..or anyone..would. Or could, for that matter. Whisp realised. This girl was evil...there was no way she was Losa's sister..was it?

"No." Whisp rasped. "No, it..it cant be true." He felt dizzy; he blinked, struggling to keep his eyes on the person in front of him.

"May I show you something?" Malinda asked, floating forward. She stretched her arm out to Whisp, her palm facing him. Whisp hesitated before lifting his hand to meet hers.

Her hand was icy cold; it struck Whisp like a blow to the heart. When he was able to catch his breath, he was plunged deep into a dark memory.

Losa herself was standing in a rose garden; the same one Whisp had in his land, beside the graveyard. Far along the way stood Malinda. 

Losa looked up immediately, a smile on her lips. "Hi Malinda." She called quietly, her beautiful song like voice maching Whisp ache. Malinda smiled and walked forward to Losa. 

"Hello Losa." She murmured ever so quietly. Something in her voice scared Whisp; he recoiled. "Losa!" He yelled.

Losa seemed not to hear him; she once again smiled at Malinda. "So how is father doing? Is he well?" Losa questioned.

"He is..alright..sister." Malinda's eyes darkened slightly, the grip on her wand was tightening. Whisp's heart raced with terror.

Losa frowned. "Sister..?" She murmured. "You have always called me Losie....never sister.."

Malinda's face contorted into a grimace. "People change, Losa." She growled quietly. "I wont always call you the same thing."

"I see." Losa murmured. Whisp swallowed. Something suspicious was going on here...

"Im sorry...Losie.." Malinda backed away a pace, pointing her wand at her sister and closing her eyes. "Vincent told me to kill you."

Losa looked blank. "I know." She murmured. "Vincent...he was always battle hungry..wasnt he?"

"Its his nature." Malinda shrugged. "I suppose I am the only one that takes after him."

"Father always knew you would follow him." Losa sighed. "Of course...I was always the one he knew would 'betray' him, as he put it."

"But it wasnt your fault." Smiling, Malinda shook her head. There was something different about her smile. It wasnt cold...or angry..Whisp noticed. "Mother was always making sure you spent less time with him."

"I know." Losa's lips went up at the corners. "She wanted one daughter to be a good wizard."

"I didnt realize you were going to chat." Vincent appeared beside Malinda suddenly, his dark eyes glittering with rage. He was displeased, Whisp saw. He widened his eyes in horror.

"I sent you here to kill her, not talk about how evil you are!" Vincent growled. 

"Sorry, father." Malinda murmured. "I cant kill her..its too hard.." Whisp let his breath out slightly with relief.

Vincent nodded and pointed his wand at Losa, who swallowed and shut her eyes tightly. 

"Then I will finish the job for you." Vincent growled, and the memory ended.

Whip stared at Malinda and backed away. "N-n-no..no..no...no...no..no!" He turned and flew down at Vincent, pointing his wand at him. "You..killed her!" He roared as a ball of light went toward Vincent with unrealistic speed. Vincent had no time to move; the ball hit him and he fell to the ground.

Whisp stood over him for a moment. Suddenly Malinda sped over, pushing him away. "No--father! Father..are you alright?" She was gasping.

Vincent's breaths came in short gasps. "Malinda...my daughter...stay strong..lead us..!" He rasped. "The group belongs to...you....now....Take....c..a..re..." His head went to the side; Malinda's eyes filled with pure hatred as she looked up at Whisp. "I will get my revenge.." She growled. "Vincent is dead!" She cried to her group. "Retreat--now!"

Shocked murmurs took place of the hating screams and yells. The field fell silent and deadly.

Whisp spun around, fearing the absolute worse.

Two shocked figures stood in the middle of the raged clearing, one wore a long black robe. Her curly blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her puzzled eyes scoring the torn field. The other wore a long velvet robe. He had scruffy black hair and dark green eyes, which quickly scanned the whole yard with horror.

 The silence was broke by the female. She walked forward slightly, pausing to take in everything. Her gaze met Malinda's.

"Malinda.." She whispered, and her daughter lowered her eyes slightly, to gaze across the torn battlefield. Slowly her eyes glazed with horror.

"What..what have you done, Malinda?" Gasped Niome, staggering forward as her gaze caught sight of Vincent, stretched on the ground. "Who..who.." She whispered. "Who..did...this...?"