Queen

I glare at the thief who dared to steal her core. He panics and trips over in his haste to walk a little farther away from me.

He should be scared. He dared to steal from her? I was angry when he took her away when she was little.

I was looking for her all over the world, only to know that he hid her away from me. 

I excused him then because it was for her good. But this? A core is their identity. It defines the ability of the person involved.

But he shifted into himself leaving my Angel vulnerable. She would have been dead just now.

"How dare you steal from my Angel" I roar and lunge for his throat.

We shifted my Angel from the ground to the couch which I created with my magic destroying a nearby wall. My magic is most destructive when I am pissed.

There is a wall missing from the library. 

I squeeze William's throat hard and lift him off from the ground. His feet now dangling in the air.

He tries to pry my ha