Sikuna woke up on the cold stone floor, face down in a dark room. Her nose felt as though it was broken, and her forehead was warm as blood trickled down from her temple. She was able to sit up, although she was dizzy. She looked around as her eyes adjusted to the candlelit dungeon. “Gods I hate cults.” she muttered. She recalled being kidnapped by a cult because of her powers. She wondered what they planned on doing, and how she could get out of it.
They were surrounding her.
“Someone heal her. If she’s wounded, the process won’t work.” a voice sounded from the darkness.
Immediately upon command, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows. A gloved hand reached out, shook, and Sikuna felt her nose snap into place. Her forehead felt as though it was shrinking. “So.” her voice shook and she tried to sound calm, nonchalant. “Why am I here?”
“You’ll find out.” The apparent leader stepped into the light. “Bring the mirror.” and so the followers did. A black mirror with a crack down the middle.
She tried not to question it.
It was hard not to question things, however, when a black liquid was being poured on you and a broken mirror.
She questioned things further when the cult started chanting and the candles burned red.
She began to grow drowsy from boredom. When would they stop so she could kick some ass? She didn’t like interrupting such a lovely meeting, after all.
Her chance to fight was coming soon. She could tell. She knew it even when they pulled her to her feet and had her stand in front of the mirror. She knew it when she saw darkness cloud the mirror. She had a chance.
That chance was ruined once the mirror cleared.
She was on one side of the crack. On the other side, a shadowed figure stepped out, smirking.
Beside her was a man. A man with dark skin in contrast of her paleness. A man with blue eyes compared to her own violet eyes. He had dark red hair that differed from her own blue, and had different tattoos’ in both color and pattern. But he looked like her. They looked similar except she looked shocked, and he looked...evil.
He hadn’t seen her yet, but she had seen him. He turned towards her.
Once they locked eyes, that look and aura of evil seemed to flee the scene.
“Finally! It worked!” the Cult Leader shouted. Sikuna and the mirror man turned to him.
“Who am I?” the mirror man said, in a soft, young voice.
“Anukis.” Sikuna said, not knowing why.
The cult leader glared at her. “Don’t name weapons. You’ll just get attached.”
“Weapon?” Was Anukis’ reply. “Is that what I am?”
“No.” Sikuna put her hand on his arm. “No. you can be more. More than something that destroys.”
“Don’t listen to her, weapon.” the cult leader said through gritted teeth. “Now kill her, she has no further use.”
“Yes. I will kill.” Anukis turned at stared at Sikuna. He seemed to focus, and a burst of black magic circled the room. The cult dropped dead. All except for one.
“So you were the good one I sensed. You have good intentions. You should go now.” Anukis smiled at the hooded figure, the one who had healed Sikuna. The figure nodded and dashed off. The two would later meet that person again and learn his name was Salem. But at the moment, Sikuna was wondering two things: Why was she still alive, and why was Anukis looking at her so...lovingly?