Flashback continuesAgnes PovThe magic spell I had casted was too overwhelming as I was weak already, all they guards presently were under my spelI apart from one, the king guards who had golden breasted plates, he lunged forward with deadly speed as I turned around I saw him just centimeters away from me.With resounding defiance I looked towards him with domineering look “de via mea!!!” I casted a casted which created a violent wave of telekinesis, ripping and tearing apart everything towards his part, but surprisingly to me, he just stood there unaffected by my magic, doubtfull thoughts became to fillfill my mind, why is he so strong and unmoved by my spells? What kind of beast is he? In that moment I hesitated and uncertainty filled my mind making me lose concentration for a split secondThe guard used the deviation to his advantage as he drove his sword towards my lower abdomen “ahh…” I gasped for air as I felt life slowly escaping from my grasp and there was nothing I could do
flashback continuesAgnes povI groggily opened my eyes, still lost in the depths of sleep when a jarring noise shattered the tranquility of the night. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation. But before I could even utter a word, Cain burst into the room, his face etched with worry and urgency.“Agnes, we need to move! We’re under attack,” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a sense of urgency that sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced, and I felt the weight of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.“Who is attacking us?” I managed to ask, my voice laced with a mixture of fear and curiosity. “Is it King Crowell’s men?”Cain’s eyes widened in surprise at my knowledge of our adversaries. His silence confirmed my suspicions, and a surge of anger coursed through me. How dare them, threatening the lives of innocent locals?Before I could utter another word, he swiftly scooped me up into his arms, lifting me effortlessly from the comfort of the bed. As I c
The battle had reached its climax, and as I fought alongside the villagers and Baba Tunde, I couldn’t help but notice the absence of Vaemond and Freya. My heart grew heavy with worry for them, knowing that they might be facing their own challenges elsewhere. Yet, there was no time to dwell on their absence as Constantine’s forces pressed on with renewed aggression. The ground beneath me was stained with the blood of fallen soldiers, both friend and foe. I fought with every ounce of strength in me, my mind consumed by the promise I made to protect Agnes and my daughter at all costs. As the battle raged on, the prophesized clash of the sun and moon illuminated the sky, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield. It felt like a sign, a reminder that this was no ordinary conflict, but a battle of cosmic proportions. I pushed back the enemy forces, my claws and teeth tearing through their defenses. I could feel the darkness within me, the presence of Thannanis still lingering, pushing me
The air inside the hut crackled with energy as Freya and Vaemond confronted Constantine. The reddish hue from the sun and moon clash outside painted the room with an eerie glow, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Agnes’s lifeless body lay on the ground, and her newborn daughter cried in her cradle, unaware of the danger that surrounded her.“You won’t hurt her,” Freya declared, her voice quivering with anger and determination. “We won’t let you harm an innocent child.”Constantine laughed, the sound echoing through the room like a sinister melody. “Oh, how noble of you both to defend the child,” she sneered, her eyes glinting with malice. “But this child is no ordinary infant. She is the key to unlocking unimaginable power, and she belongs to me.”With a wave of her hand, Freya unleashed a furious torrent of magic towards Constantine. The force of the spell sent objects flying across the room, but Constantine remained unfazed. She raised her own hand, countering Freya’s attack
As Freya gathered all her strength, she channeled her magic into the most powerful spell she knew. Her eyes blazed with determination as she aimed it at Constantine, hoping to finally put an end to the wicked witch’s reign. But to her dismay, the spell seemed to have no effect on Constantine at all. Constantine merely raised an eyebrow, as if mildly amused by Freya’s futile attempt. With a flick of her wrist, she countered the spell effortlessly, sending Freya flying across the room. Freya crashed into the hard stone wall, gasping for breath as pain coursed through her body. “You truly believe you can defeat me with such feeble magic?” Constantine taunted, her voice laced with disdain. “You are no match for my power, little witch.” Freya gritted her teeth, refusing to back down despite the pain and humiliation. She pushed herself up from the floor, her eyes never leaving Constantine’s form. The room was filled with an oppressive silence as the two witches locked eyes, their magical
Constantine’s confident demeanor faltered as she came face to face with Baba Tunde, the village witch doctor, who stood before her with a mischievous grin. He taunted her, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement. “Ahn ahn, see who wey dey waka like peacock. Constantine, you go die here today!” Baba Tunde said in his pidgin English, his words laced with both humor and threat. Constantine scoffed, trying to regain her composure. “You dare to threaten me, a powerful sorceress like you?” she retorted, her voice tinged with arrogance. But Baba Tunde only laughed, seemingly unfazed by Constantine’s show of power. “Abeg, no be today I begin dey see powerful people like you,” he replied. “But you go hear word today!” Constantine’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Baba Tunde continued to mock her. “What do you mean? Who do you think you are?” she demanded. Baba Tunde’s grin widened. “Abeg, Agnes dey alive, you never kill am,” he said, his words hitting Constantine like a bolt of lig
The room stood silent, its walls bearing the heavy weight of sorrow that seemed to permeate every corner. Freya’s steps were hesitant as she entered, her heart pounding with a mixture of grief and anger. The remnants of what was once Vaemond lay before her, a painful reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded. Tears welled in her eyes as she slowly approached the vessel that held the ashes, a vessel that now felt like a vessel of memories, both beautiful and painful.With trembling hands, Freya carefully gathered the ashes, her fingers tracing the outline of the vessel’s rim. The ashes were cold, lifeless, a stark contrast to the fire and vitality that had once been Vaemond. She took a deep, shuddering breath, struggling to control the waves of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.As the ashes settled in her grasp, Freya’s tears fell freely. Each droplet seemed to hold a piece of her pain, a piece of her heartache. She tried to capture the essence of the man she had loved, the man
Agnes was gently cradling her sleeping son when a soft knock echoed through the chamber. She looked up to see Baba Tunde standing at the doorway, his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight.“Agnes,” he greeted warmly, stepping into the room. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”Agnes smiled, shaking her head. “Not at all, Baba Tunde. Please, come in.”Baba Tunde approached the crib, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and delight as he gazed down at the baby. “He’s a strong and beautiful child,” he commented, his voice carrying a sense of reverence.“He is,” Agnes agreed, her gaze never leaving her son’s peaceful face. “I still can’t believe he’s here.”Baba Tunde chuckled softly. “Life has a way of surprising us, doesn’t it?”Agnes nodded, her fingers lightly brushing against her son’s cheek. “It certainly does.”Baba Tunde leaned on the edge of the crib, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. “I’ve been thinking, Agnes. In our Yoruba tradition, we often name childre
The council chamber was in a state of urgency, the air thick with tension as the emergency bells echoed through the room. Lysandra stood at the head of the table, her expression composed as she listened to the reports pouring in. One council member’s voice rose above the rest, his tone accusatory. “Lysandra, how did this happen? How did Freya manage to escape?”Lysandra’s gaze met his, her voice steady. “I received word that Freya attempted to escape, but she was intercepted by one of my trusted guards. Unfortunately, the guard was unable to retrieve her body.”The council members exchanged concerned glances, their disbelief evident. “And the guard’s name?” another council member inquired.Lysandra opened her mouth to speak, ready to say “Liam,” the name of the guard she had instructed to eliminate Freya. But before she could utter a word, another council member cut in.“And one of the guards, Liam. I’m afraid he’s dead as well,” the council member said, a hint of grim satisfaction i
“You will return to your cell now but by night fall, my guards will come and help you escape discreetly “ lysandra told freya softly “How am I sure you will keep your end of the bargain” Freya protested “Well… you have no choice right now, do you? “ lysandra answered with a smirk. Lysandra’s gaze followed Freya as she left the room, a cold smile tugging at her lips. She turned her attention to the second guard, a stoic expression on her face. “You there, come closer.” The guard approached Lysandra, his posture rigid and respectful. “Yes, Your Grace?” Lysandra’s voice was quiet, a dangerous undercurrent weaving through her words. “I have a task for you, one that requires the utmost discretion.” The guard’s eyes locked onto Lysandra’s, his attention unwavering. “I am at your service, Your Grace. What is it that you require?” Lysandra’s lips curved into a calculated smile. “I want you to accompany Freya on her journey out of the city.” The guard’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “But
The cell was dimly lit, the cold stone walls casting shadows that danced around the room. Freya sat on the floor, her expression a mix of defiance and resignation, as she awaited the inevitable. The heavy door creaked open, and Lysandra entered, her presence commanding the room’s attention.“Freya,” Lysandra’s voice carried an air of faux sympathy, “we find ourselves in quite the predicament, don’t we?”Freya’s eyes bore into Lysandra, her response laced with bitterness. “What do you want now, Lysandra?”Lysandra’s lips curled into a self-assured smile. “I’m here with an offer, Freya. A way out of this cell and a chance at freedom.”Freya’s eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. “And what’s the catch?”Lysandra paced slowly, her gaze fixed on Freya. “I’ll be blunt,” she began. “The council is calling for your execution. They’re hungry for retribution for your betrayal.”Freya’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and resignation. “So, what, you’re here to gloat?”Lysandra’s expression remaine
Lysandra paced back and forth in her private chamber, her frustration mounting with each failed attempt at casting the locator spell. Her hands crackled with energy, but every time she channeled it into the spell, it fizzled out, leaving her seething with rage.“Damn it!” Lysandra hissed, her voice a mixture of anger and exasperation. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to rein in her emotions.As she attempted the spell once again, a timid knock sounded at her chamber door. Lysandra’s head snapped in the direction of the interruption, her eyes flashing with irritation. “What is it?” she snapped.The door creaked open, and a young maid hesitantly stepped inside, her eyes wide with trepidation. “My lady, I-I apologize for disturbing you, but the council has requested your presence in the main hall.”Lysandra’s lips curled into a snarl, her patience worn thin. “Can’t they see I’m busy?” she spat, her tone dripping with venom.The maid’s shoulders sl
The cold, damp walls of the cell seemed to close in on Freya as she sat on the narrow cot, her expression a mixture of defiance and weariness. The footsteps echoing down the corridor signaled the approach of someone important, and when the heavy door creaked open, Freya’s gaze locked onto the figure entering. Lysandra, the self-proclaimed ultimate sorcerer, stood before her, her presence commanding attention.“Freya,” Lysandra greeted with a twisted smile. “How delightful to see you again.”Freya’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowing as she met Lysandra’s gaze. “Save the pleasantries, Lysandra. I’m not here to engage in a friendly chat.”Lysandra chuckled, a sound that held a hint of amusement. “Oh, I’m well aware of that, dear. But perhaps you’ll change your tune once you hear what I have to say.”Freya rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I highly doubt it.”Lysandra took a step closer, her eyes boring into Freya’s with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “Yo
The grand hall was illuminated with a warm, golden glow, the feast in full swing as revelers indulged in lavish delicacies and fine drinks. Laughter and chatter filled the air, a façade of celebration masking the tensions and allegiances that ran beneath the surface.At the front of the hall, a raised platform had been set up for the speakers. General Allistair stood at the center, his uniform impeccable, his gaze steady. The coordinator gestured for him to step forward, and the general did so, facing the expectant crowd.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Allistair’s voice boomed, commanding the attention of the assembly. “Tonight, as we gather to celebrate, we also gather to acknowledge the dawn of a new era.”The crowd’s murmurs died down, anticipation in their eyes.Allistair’s gaze swept over the crowd, his expression earnest. “Our realm has seen its share of challenges and trials. We have been tested, pushed to our limits. But in these times of uncertainty, we have been graced by the prese
The grand chamber was adorned with opulent decorations, an air of authority hanging heavy. Freya stood at its center, flanked by guards on either side, as Lysandra sat upon a raised throne, her council members gathered around her.Lysandra’s gaze was sharp as she regarded Freya, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t the notorious Freya. You’ve caused quite a stir in our realm.”Freya’s voice was laced with defiance, “And here I am, standing before the esteemed Lysandra. Quite the honor.”Lysandra leaned forward, her expression condescending, “Remember your place, witch.”Freya’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, “Oh, I’m well aware of my place, ‘ultimate sorcerer’.”Lysandra’s eyes gleamed with amusement, “Your sarcasm won’t save you here.”Freya’s tone turned serious, “Let’s not pretend that you’re the rightful ultimate sorcerer. You’re an opportunist trying to grab power.”Lysandra’s laughter echoed in the chamber, “Is that what you believe?”Freya’s voic
Lysandra paced back and forth in her chambers, her mind racing with thoughts of the recent developments. General Allistair had just entered, his posture rigid and his expression serious.“You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?” he asked, his tone respectful.Lysandra turned to face him, a mixture of anticipation and excitement in her eyes. “Yes, General. Tell me what you’ve learned.”General Allistair cleared his throat, his eyes locking onto Lysandra’s. “Word has spread across the region about a rogue witch. It seems she’s been causing quite a stir, using her magic recklessly and drawing attention to herself.”Lysandra’s lips curled into a smile. “A rogue witch, you say? This could be just the opportunity we need.”The general nodded. “Indeed, Your Majesty. But there’s more. The descriptions of this witch, they bear a striking resemblance to someone we know.”Lysandra’s eyes widened, her excitement growing. “Agnes? Has she finally shown herself?”General Allistair’s lips twitched, a hin
Freya moved cautiously through the bustling city streets, her black cloak pulled tightly around her as she tried to blend in with the crowd. The city had a different aura from what she was accustomed to under Constantine’s rule. The soldiers patrolling the area were adorned in striking attire, a mix of attractiveness and danger that set them apart.As she navigated through the crowd, Freya’s heart raced with every step. She knew she had to get through the city undetected, for the safety of Maximus and herself. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for any signs of potential danger. Just as she thought she might slip by unnoticed, a firm hand closed around her wrist. She turned to face a soldier, his eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.“Who do we have here?” he said, his tone laced with amusement.Freya’s heart pounded, and she tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.“Just a traveler passing through,” she replied, her voice steady despite her racin