Inkling Tales

The Stain of Blood Magic (Content Warning: read at your own discretion.) "You have the power," whispered a voice, floating around her. She knew she had the power, but did she wish to scar the land further? "Use the power, the land is scarred as is. This place will only ever be a valley of death," whispered the voice again. The dying screamed for their mothers, begging and pleading for release instead of the slow, painful death. The women, unprotected, left to the devices of the immoral invaders. The cries of the offspring, calling for their loved ones who lay dying at their feet. The scene was horrifying and Maeve, for a moment, felt helpless as she watched, forgetting the immense power within her. Maeve took a deep breath and reached deep inside herself. Deep into her powers. Using the screams, the horror, the pain, the distrust of the people of Pearl's Wish and the others who these invaders had murdered in their ceaseless crusade to turn people against each o...