The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear

... was encircled, the darkness cutting off any chance of escaping from the dead witch's shadow. Fatima could remember the feel of the yari gripped in her sweaty hand as she plunged it into Karrie's guts. The darkness pressed in as Karrie's shadow stepped closer, hungry to consume Fatima's flesh. But it didn't touch her. Fatima blinked, her fear dwindling. She smiled. “Your darkness cannot touch me, Karrie! I was chosen by Fireheart!” She pictured her flaming yari, the weapon Aaliyah had brought from Genie Land. “I am fire! And no darkness can touch a flame that burns hot and bright!” Rainbow light swirled in the air spinning fast, glowing, forming a long rod. She seized it and felt the rough, solid feel of a wooden haft. The light grew into a long, straight blade at the tip. Energy pulsed through the light, full of love—Kyle's and her mother's. “I am Fatima Unmei! I am afraid of you no longer, Karie! You are dead and I am alive!” The rainbow light vanished, leaving behind a brilliant yari. Fireheart burned in her hand. With a cry, she stabbed the spear's long, straight point into the dark form of Karie. Light exploded, illuminating the unknown. The darkness had no substance. Karie was merely a shadow upon her mind. There was absolutely nothing she had to fear. Fatima woke up. To be continued...