Spider silk clung at the doors, over the windows, across everything she had left behind.
Everything was in its place, just as she had left it ten years ago. She listened hard for any presence. However, all she could hear was the sound of the wind howling. The weather was quickly taking a turn for the worse. If she did not leave quickly, there was a high probability that she would get trapped in the blizzard. But, how could she leave empty handed, after coming all the way here?
She took the stairs, walking towards her bedroom. That is where it had all started. It was supposed to be a simple summoning, bringing forth a small fairy to play along with. It had gone horribly wrong. The summoned entity had possessed her younger brother, and continued to do so to this very day. In ten years, the dark entity had wreaked havoc across the world, moving from place to place, raising minions and declaring wars.
She had stayed hidden, choosing to let the world burn, rather than kill her own brother, because the only way to defeat this entity was to kill the host. However, her conscience would not let her hide any longer.
She had decided that she would fight. And as she entered her bedroom, she found what she had come for: The weapon that would win her the coming battle.
Word Count: 233
First Line Friday: September 14th, 2018
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