He's Under My Spell

Priscilla pushed through the forest, her breath misting in the cold air. A burning desire for revenge flickered in her eyes, a cold fire igniting within her. The loss of her family, the brutal murder of her parents, fueled a rage that demanded justice.

She wouldn't forget. She wouldn't forgive.

"They will pay," she hissed, her voice echoing through the silent woods. "Every last one of them."

The kindness of Elvis, a fleeting beacon in the darkness, was quickly forgotten. No longer would she trust the fickle kindness of humans. The cruelty she'd witnessed, the cold, calculated malice of the townspeople, had shattered her faith in humanity.

A chilling realization washed over her. If they saw a monster in her, then a monster she would become. Let them judge. Let them fear.

"I will not be their victim," she declared, her voice hardening. "I will be their retribution."

Cold, strong walls would rise around her heart, a fortress built from the ruins of shattered faith. Good deeds, she realized, were like faint whispers against the loud shouts of judgment. In this world, only power mattered. And she would claim it, no matter the cost.

"Fading away? No," Priscilla muttered, her eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity. "They will remember me."

She traced the intricate runes etched onto her arm, a grim smile playing on her lips. "I will become a legend, a whisper in the wind, a name that strikes fear into their hearts."

Years blurred into a relentless pursuit of power. Hidden away in her secluded mountaintop hut on Siquijor, Priscilla immersed herself in the dark rituals and magic. Vengeance fueled her every move, every spell, every incantation.

Now, the time has come. With a chilling resolve, she descended the mountain, her footsteps echoing through the ancient forest. Bacong, the town that had stolen her innocence, awaited her wrath.

Priscilla's plan was meticulous, honed over years of simmering rage. The townspeople would pay dearly tenfold the suffering inflicted upon her parents. Priscilla knew exactly who she would target for revenge.

"Luminous," Priscilla commanded, her voice a chilling whisper, "Find them. Find the ones who killed my parents."

Luminous, perched on her shoulder, shifted uncomfortably. "Priscilla," he croaked, "are you sure this is the path you want to take? Vengeance will consume you."

Priscilla turned, her eyes blazing with a cold fury. "I don't care what it takes. They will pay for what they did."

Luminous knew arguing was futile. He had promised to protect her, even if it meant following her down this dark path. "Very well," he conceded, "I will find them. But remember, this path leads only to darkness."

Priscilla let out a chilling laugh. "Darkness is all I see now, Luminous. Darkness is all that remains."

"Finally! Today is the day," Priscilla declared, a chilling smile playing on her lips. "The day they will surely pay."

She glanced at her reflection in a polished obsidian surface, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. Shape shifting, a skill honed during years of solitary training, was her weapon. Black hair became a cascade of golden blonde, her emerald eyes morphed into the deceptive shade of hazel. Her tall frame shrank, her posture subtly altered to convey an air of vulnerability.

"Luminous," she called, her voice deliberately deepened, the enchanting lilt of her usual speech replaced by a more pragmatic tone. "We're finally going to Bacong."

Luminous, perched on her shoulder, shifted uncomfortably. "Are you really sure, about this Priscilla? This path… it will consume you." Luminous reminds her again and again.

Priscilla turned, her eyes hardening. "I don't care what it takes. They will pay for what they did."

"But your parents…" Luminous began, but Priscilla cut him off.

"They wouldn't want me to forgive," she hissed, "They would want justice."

With a final, chilling glance in the mirror, Priscilla unleashed a spell for swift travel, the wind carrying her like a leaf on its current. As the familiar landscape of Bacong began to emerge, a specific memory surfaced, the place where her life shattered, the one-time haven she shared with her parents, her home. A wave of bitter memories washed over her, fueling the fire in her eyes.

Priscilla landed with a soft thud, the familiar scent of pine needles filling her nostrils. But something was amiss. The landscape, once a comforting tapestry of familiar paths and landmarks, now felt alien. Tall grasses and towering trees choked the landscape, where once their cozy hut had stood.

A pang of nostalgia threatened to engulf her, a wave of grief washing over her. But she quickly suppressed it. Vulnerability was a weapon against her.

"Focus, Priscilla," she muttered, her voice a low growl. "Vengeance is your only purpose."

She glanced down at the cage clutched in her hand. Inside, Luminous, his feathers now a vibrant shade of emerald green, ruffled his new plumage. "I know," he squawked, his voice surprisingly high-pitched for a parrot. "But it feels… strange."

"It's necessary," Priscilla insisted, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "We can't afford to attract any unwanted attention."

Luminous, sensing her determination, fell silent. He knew arguing was futile. Priscilla was on a path of vengeance, and he, bound by his oath, would stand by her side, even if it meant abandoning his own comfort.