Amber Spiral – Chapter 8: The True Master of Amber

The power of Amber was laid out between us, like playing tug-of-war with a thunderstorm.

“This is the truest expression of power: taking it for yourself!” he cackled. “Nobody deserves power, it is all for the taking. That is what I created Amber for, and how I shall wield it again!”

I could feel the power slipping away from me, but something in those words cut deep.

“I don’t believe that,” I shouted back, pouring every last ounce of my will into drawing back my power. “It’s not about what people deserve, it’s how we use what we have. You might have created Amber to steal power, but I want to use it to work with others! Unity, never jealousy!”

It all clicked. I had a moment of clarity I haven’t felt before, and overwhelmed the Original Master in a burst of yellow light!

“Never. Not by my father, and not by you.”

The Original Master dropped to the ground, utterly defeated, his willpower exhausted and the chains on his back shattering. I know he was a ghost but now he seemed more translucent, and from the look in his eyes, I could tell he knew what was coming next.

Green energy flickered into life behind him as a portal to the Departed Realm opened. The chains that the urn had used to stave off the beyond for years were gone, and the portal began dragging him inside, kicking and screaming.

For a moment, I thought I saw my father’s silhouette watching me from behind the portal, but then the Original Master passed the threshold and the portal imploded in a puff of greenish smoke.