The Sister's Legend - Legolas LOTR Story

"Don't do this sister!" I yelled as loud as I could. My energy was draining from holding her back and I feared the worst. I looked at him laying on the cold ground covered in dirt and blood.
"You brought it upon yourself when you killed father!" She yelled back. The painful memory would never leave my mind and the guilt eats me from the inside every single moment.
"He was an evil man Larissa! He was a power hungry warlock who only wanted to use you for power!" I tried to convince her once again. But it was in vein. My once beloved sister was lost to the never ending darkness.

I began to feel tired and the energy leaving me was weakening. I could not take long due to the injuries and the massive grief that I was feeling. My feet began to fail me and my arm fell, not being able to hold her magic anymore. Larissa saw my weakness and stopped the spell before approaching me and taking out her poisoned sword.

"Do it." I said collapsing on my knees. "End it. I shall no longer be in your path. Avenge our father. I am not afraid of death!" I exclaimed looking towards him while a tear drops from my eye.
"The most powerful Witch wins after all." She smirked while lifting the dagger in the air. I did not take any longer as I stood one last time and grabbed Larissa by the neck chanting the spell that would certainly end her.
"NO! Olivia!" He yelled from the distance for he knew that this would be the very end. The end of Larissa, and the end of me. End to the Von Stein family bloodline. The first women possessing magic.

There were screams and silence. There was warmth and cold. There was love and hatred. But at the end of all was darkness and light.


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First time publishing. Wanted to start with a fanfiction and see hw it goes. Hope you like it!