Wandaster

As the waves continued to hit the sandy expanse of the beach, the sound of it meeting the rocks amplifying ten folds in the silence, the girl whose hands were chained to a wall, and whose legs were tied to the ground, was breathing heavily from the brutal slash of a sword she'd just received at her gut. She coughed up some blood, panting, and looked up, her face pouring all the hatred that she could at the man standing in front of her, holding a claymore in his right hand.
"I'll ask this to you one last time… where is he?" he questioned, the dozen or so men, hooded in black clothes, standing silent around them in a protective circle. 
The girl spat at the man. She was biding her time, waiting for her powers to restore. "You're deaf," she said, clenching her fists and closing her eyes. She could feel a sliver of her power returning, giving her energy, calming her senses. 
Meanwhile, a ferocious look of anger crossed the man's face. He raised his longsword, and it came slashing down at the girl's neck…
TING.
A sound of metal hitting metal filled the silent atmosphere. The girl slowly opened her eyes, looking up, and instead of looking afraid, instead of feeling terror, she was smirking, and her fingers were moving with delicate gestures, her hands exuding a dark red glow. She was staring at the hand of the man, which was now holding a sword that was so bent that it was unusable. The girl's neck was not damaged. It was as new as ever, and was literally metallic. 
In one quick motion, the chains holding her came off, and she stood up, dusting off the sand that was sticking to her clothes. The man, now realising what had just happened, gave a call of "ATTACK!" and every hooded figure came charging down in unison, straight at her, while the man looked at his claymore with utter shock.
As the first warrior slashed his own blade at the girl, she made a quick kick which met the side of his face and knocked him flat to the ground. She then made a quick movement; her eyes turned dark red and the glow in her hands intensified as all the warriors were lifted off their feet, hovering twenty feet above the air. In a second, they fell down to the ground with a thud. 
The girl smiled, and now sprinted towards the vehicle that was parked nearby, blasting the doors open and releasing the people inside. "Go, go," she said, as the folk rushed out. Once they were all out, she snapped her fingers, and everyone disappeared, having been teleported to a safe place. The girl could hear footsteps behind her, and instinctively, she turned around and quickly kicked again, her feet crashing with the jaw of the man who was about to behead her. 
"You think I did nine years of Muay Thai for nothing?" she tauntingly asked, and ran away, teleporting herself to the safe place.
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As soon as she reappeared, the people swarmed around her, as if they were trying to crush her in one big hug. A chorus of thanks and you saved us and we will never forget this could be heard amidst the loud shouts of happiness.
The girl smiled. She was always the one to help people, to guide them, to be of any use. After all the thanksgiving ended, she walked towards a small house where, in front of the building, a cage lay, and inside it, several young, beautiful chicks, born very recently from the bird's egg. She smiled at them, and then walked inside to see her mother sitting anxiously on a couch, tapping her feet. When the mother heard the footsteps, and saw who the person was, she launched herself from the couch and enveloped her daughter in a hug.
"Wanda… you're all right, aren't you? Why are you bleeding? Who hurt you?"
"I'm fine, mom. I really am. My knee hurts slightly, but it's okay," Wanda said, reciprocating the love that her mother shared. Just then, a man entered the hallway and joined the hug, smiling, caressing his daughter.
"Take some rest… you can meet your friends after that…" the father said.
Wanda nodded. She was satisfied with all of this. A wonderful family, pets to take care of, incredible friends…
Her eyes opened, and she looked up at the ceiling, having woken up from the dream. She stretched her limbs and yawned, feeling groggy, but knowing that she had to get up. She had a good eight hours of rest. Her thoughts instantly shifted to the dream she had. Everything in it had been true, except for the fact that she had those powers… those were obviously the imagination of some maniac writer…
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-Maniacal Writer
Category:Short Stories