Burn it all to the ground.

  It’s probably better that way. Perhaps if I can search through the earth, I can find the tectonic plates under the church and rip them apart. Oh that would be so satisfying.

  “Men, capture the High Priestess! She’s one of the sinful Major Arcana!” A member of the Blessed screams from the base of the steps. Not sure what it will matter, The Touched are already standing right in front of me. James and Prisha were taken to the basement, so it’s just me and these assholes. I think I will utterly destroy them.

  The Air Touched is currently a little tied up, covered in vines. The Earth Touched has been a bigger hurdle.

  I would imagine that it requires a bit more imagination to master air magic than earth magic, so that would explain why one is so much better than the other, but…

  “Why would one of the Touched be so pathetic.” I blurt out as I begin laughing hysterically. The Air Touched scrunches their face at me, clearly that pissed them off. Oh well.

  Right now though, I need to punch something. I can’t help but feel this uncontrollable rage, and I think beating these two goons to a pulp will help with that feeling.

  I begin rushing towards the Earth Touched, dodging pillars of earth that shoot out of the floor. It feels more like dancing than fighting, just without the bad music. It requires me to be light on my feet to be able to dodge them since I have no idea where they will come from.

  Once I’m several feet in front of him, I shoot a blast of lightning into the air. He reacts exactly like I expect him to. He creates an angled pillar to cover himself so that he doesn’t get hit by the lightning, but it leaves him completely exposed on the front.

  With all of my force, I use my staff to sweep his legs. He was too busy focusing on the attack coming from above that he didn’t even notice me. His legs fall from underneath him, and he collapses onto his back. I throw my staff onto the ground, jump on top of him, and immediately start laying into his stupid face.

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  “You Bastard!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

  It doesn’t make me feel any better. Perhaps if I cause him more pain, maybe it will help.

  As my fists collide with his face, I can feel the skin starting to break. Something about the sensation just makes me even angrier. Add that to the fact that blood is starting to cover my fists.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” Why are you getting your blood all over my hands? How dare you?

  To think that you have some kind of power over me. That you’re somehow better than me. That you have the right to cause pain to my hands like this. What the fuck is wrong with you?

  “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” I scream again, letting my magic spill out of my body. I can’t bother holding it in anymore, not worth the effort. Besides, the idiot beneath me is starting to hurt my hands, and the fact that he would dare to continue looking at me like this.

  Like I’m the one whose broken or fucked up. What is wrong with you? You threw me in a camp, and for what? For existing? Well fucker, I’ll show you what happens when you exist opposite of me.

  Plus, Prisha!

  “What the fuck did you do to her? Why, huh!” I grab the Touched, lift him up towards me, and slam him back into the ground but he isn’t saying anything to me. “Sorry? I couldn’t hear you. I asked why!”

  The air around me is starting to stir, but whatever. I can’t even with it right now. I need to figure out what is wrong with this idiot and why he won’t answer my questions.

  To make her hurt me, and then make me hurt her! How could they do that to me, to us! To have the nerve to do all of this and to think they are the self righteous ones. That we are the sinners

  “You’re the sinners!” As I let it out, I notice for the first time that I’m on the other side of the church. When did that happen?I stand up and immediately begin rushing towards the Touched, and I notice the blood on my hands. So much blood. Blood. So much blood. I stumble backwards and immediately fall to the ground, but the blood. My hands are covered in blood.

  Is it my blood? No, his blood. How did it get there? Why is it there? Did he say something?

  “Why would you do this!” My eyes start to burn as a liquid starts to blur my vision. I try blinking but I can’t make it go away. Now everything is blurry. I slowly start hitting the ground repeatedly on either side.

  “Why? Why?” That’s all I want to know. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

  “Why would you do this? Why would you make me hurt her!? Why was I sent to the camp!?”