Seasons

IRIS POV

She was sucking me in; Akasha was beginning to draw me in and suck me into her deep, moldy webs of darkness, holding me in while I struggled within her.

We both wanted out, and we weren't prepared for the disaster we were about to cause.

"Akasha, let me out, damnit!" I yelled within her. In our heads, the darkness was all—no, it wasn't all in our heads, for the clouds had suddenly become dark, with lightning back and forth like we were in a game.

"Akasha, we can't kill them," I cried, "if we do, all of this will be waste, all of our struggles..."

"Iris, hold the reins."

Hold what, reins? "I don't know what to hold; you're pulling me."

We were swirling downwards faster now, aiming to stomp at the center of the vampire soldiers and cause our disaster. I watched them run for their lives, but where could they go that we couldn't reach?

My tears were falling in torrents now; they were right; I was a witch, causing nothing but destruction, and now I was aiming for my mother.