The rustling of leaves and the gasps for air from exhaustion are all that are heard as a figure runs by with sweat dripping from their face with the sole thought of escaping and finding help, another figure can be heard following the person, but the chaser’s feet do not touch the ground, he uses wind magic to accelerate as he brings out his hand from his cloak. The hand is covered with fire, red flakes fly off as he advances with the intent to kill.
The figure being chased panics as she looks around around the endless rows of trees and shrubs, she regrets going deeper into the forest to train when her father had clearly told her to stay within his protective barrier near the house, she simply wanted to rebel a little and venture out farther to the other side of the island her and her family had solely occupied. Whilst these thoughts kept her mind occupied as she continuously dodged and summoned wind blades to attack the man chasing her, to stall for time before help came, the chaser suddenly summons a large fire ball of both hands and shoots at the ground to propel him forward.
He appears in a flash in front of the girl and grabs her neck, all her breath gets stuck in her throat, the man smiles at her suffering as her eyes slowly roll to the back of her skull.
A fire ball appears in the man’s other hand and he takes aim for her chest, just as he thrusts his hand forward to deliver the finishing flow, the girl releases electricity from her whole body and chars the man hand along with her skin.
She drops on the floor and tries to get up with the last of her strength while the man seethes in anger at her frail body, he was hired to take care of small fry, but they had never told him that the target would be able to use full body lightning magic. He would have to be compensated with a new arm, the girls arms would be just right to be compensated with.
The man wills the fire elements in the air to surround his right arm as he advances towards the frail girl on the floor crawling for survival, the next that registers into her mind is pain, endless scorching pain on her back.
“Ahhh!”
She falls limp on the floor with the smell of burned flesh wafting in the air, her throat feels hoarse from screaming with the last of her strength.
Right before she loses consciousness, she feels the presence of the dangerous man hover her, all the hair of her body stands up as she winces in pain and waits for her impending death.
Suddenly, the strange man’s figure falls limp next to her, his blood splashes on her face and his lifeless eyes look as her, still wanting to finish his business and seek vengeance for being killed without a chance at fighting back at the person standing behind her.
The darkness creeps up on her vision as she strains her body to look at her savior, a familiar face comes into view.
“Father...”
She collapses, she knows she is safe now. The darkness is better than withstanding the pain while conscious.
“Faine... Faine! Are you alright?!”
A man looking to be in his early thirties looks worriedly at the unconscious girl, only after checking her pulse does he relax. The man has dark orange hair and black eyes, his lean well-toned muscles stand out from underneath his shirt and pants.
His piercing eyes stare at the dead magician on the floor with the blood still gushing out of the arteries from his neck, the ground soaks in the dark red liquid. The orange-haired man carries Faine up in a cradle manner and whispers some words to the wind, the magician’s body then spontaneously bursts into flame.
Only then does the orange-haired man speed step away to the safety of his home while the unconscious Faine still rests in his arms.
I like your story it is very nice
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