Agnes Pov
The 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 about it.I knew it was just a matter of time to until I succumb to the darkness so I knew I had to act fast."defendat me sacram" I casted another before giving in to the darkness, the villagers gasped in awe as I just disappeared into thin air, and the guards who were once in severe torment and pain gained relieve, most of the guards rushed towards their king to check if he is okay."Summon the healer" The King's guard ordered as he carried the king into his chambers.The king pants and struggling to hold on to breath and stay alive. "Cole... Bring me her head" King Crowell ordered the King's Guard as he was taken to the healer chambers, Cole the King's guard nodded his head as he concurred with the King's orders and understood what he needs to do."You heard the king, prepare your swords and horses, we leave immediately that witch would know better than to mess with us again." He ordered 3 guards that were nearby. The gates of the kingdom were open and the formidable warriors rode their horses in search of the witch which almost but an end to their King's life.I had teleported to a river bank not so far from the city but I was still unconscious, I guess it was only as far as my strength could take me. I laid at the river banks as the water waves washed over my face, I had began to regain consciousness as I opened my eyes I saw a man who walked towards me but I could not really make his face."St.... St..... Sta.... Stay aw.... Away... From me" I mutterred as I struggled say something. But the man walks up to me and picks me up on his shoulder and walks away. As much as I would have liked to fight him off, my body was weak and my sight was blurry and I could not see a thing as darkness eluded meAgnes Pov I woke up in an old house, the place seemed to be quiet, a little too quite for comfort, I scanned the entire room with my eyes as I found out there was nobody in the room, immediately I tried to get up from the bed but I was light headed as I collapsed powerlessly back into the bed helplessly, my strength had betrayed me, it was then the doors creaked open and a young man walked right inside. "Who are you?" I asked weary of his presence "You need to relax you have lost a lot of blood" The young man replied with his intimidating voice filling the room, he walks close to a nearby table mixing something I couldn't quite see and when he was done brought the cup filled with his concussion towards me. "Drink... If you want to stay alive" The young man said offering me the cup, but my suspicion of him had grown, why was this stranger being so nice to me? Was he sent my king Crowell to finish me off? "I would rather not... Thank you, I appreciate your hospitality but I'd like
I 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 clung to him, my mind raced, th
I woke to the comforting warmth of the crackling fire Cain had set. As my eyes adjusted to the soft glow, I realized he had covered me with warm blankets and had prepared a meal of roasted meat, which he had hunted himself. The aroma filled the air, and my stomach rumbled in appreciation.“You shouldn’t have gone through all this trouble,” I said, touched by his effort.Cain smiled warmly, handing me a plate. “It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve been through.”I savored each bite, feeling the nourishing energy of the meat seep into my tired body. Cain had also gathered herbs, which he handed to me.“These will help with your wound,” he said gently. “I found them nearby.”His care and kindness touched my heart. He was helping me without asking for anything in return. I admired his selflessness and knew that fate had brought us together for a reason.As I finished my meal, I knew I had to broach the topic that weighed heavily on my mind. “Cain, I need to reach a hidden witch
As we wandered through the woods, the soft rustling of leaves beneath our feet provided a rhythm to our journey. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy above, casting intricate patterns on the forest floor. I could sense the weight of Cain's curiosity, and I knew it was time to share the truth with him."Cain," I began, my voice tinged with both sadness and determination, "there's something I haven't told you. King Crowell's men are hunting me because they believe I killed his father with witchcraft."His eyes widened with surprise, and he turned to look at me, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief. "Killed? But why would they think that?"I took a deep breath, bracing myself to reveal my secrets to him. "I come from a long line of powerful sorcerers," I explained. "My family possessed ancient magic that has been passed down through generations. But when a baby was born, I knew she would be in danger because of our legacy. So, I had to make a difficult choice."I saw t
As we continued making our way through the dense woods, my senses were on high alert, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. Without warning, a boar charged towards me, its eyes filled with rage and aggression. Fear gripped my heart, and before I could react, Cain pushed me out of harm’s way with a strength I hadn’t known he possessed.“Cain!” I cried out, my voice choked with panic and gratitude. He had risked himself to save me, to protect me from the wild beast.He bravely lunged towards the boar, attempting to fend it off, but I could see the mismatch in strength. The boar was relentless, and despite Cain’s efforts, he stood no match for the ferocity of the attack. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched helplessly, my magic momentarily failing me in the face of such a sudden and violent threat.“No!” I yelled, my voice raw with desperation, as the boar’s tusks found their mark, wounding Cain fatally. I rushed forward, tears blurring my vision, my instincts o
I stepped into the room where Cain was receiving treatment, carrying a tray of warm food I had prepared for him. His smile lit up the room as he saw me, and my heart swelled with relief and affection.“Agnes, you’ve come,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I was hoping you’d visit.”I set the tray down on a nearby table and pulled up a chair beside his bed. “Of course, Cain. I couldn’t stay away,” I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips.He chuckled softly, wincing slightly at the movement. “I guess the tables have turned,” he said playfully. “Now you’re the one nursing me back to health.”I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, it seems that way. But you were so brave out there, protecting me from that boar. I owe you my life.”Cain’s expression softened, and he reached out to take my hand. “You don’t owe me anything, Agnes. I would do it all over again, without hesitation.”His touch sent a jolt of warmth through me, and I squeezed his hand gently. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voic
As I stood before the three elders of the hidden witch base – Seraphina, High Enchantress and leader of our coven, along with Magnus, the wise and ancient seer, and Elara, the fierce and powerful elemental witch – a sense of anticipation and tension filled the air. The weight of our fate rested in their hands, and I could feel the gravity of their deliberations."Agnes," Seraphina began, her voice commanding yet gentle, "we are faced with a grave situation. King Crowel's men have grown increasingly aggressive, and the safety of our coven is at risk. We must decide on the best course of action to protect ourselves and our magic."Magnus, his eyes clouded with foresight, spoke next. "We could fight back," he suggested, his voice echoing with ancient wisdom. "Our magic is powerful, and we have the strength to defend ourselves."Elara, her fiery nature evident in her every movement, shook her head. "No, fighting back will only escalate the conflict," she argued. "We need to go into hiding
I made my way to the healer’s chambers, a sense of urgency in my steps. I needed to find Cain and share the latest developments with him. As I entered the cozy chamber filled with the soothing scent of herbs, I found the healer, a wise woman named Isolde, tending to her collection of potions and remedies.“Isolde,” I greeted her with a warm smile. “Have you seen Cain?”Isolde turned to me, her eyes crinkling with kindness. “Ah, dear Agnes,” she said in her gentle voice, “your husband left moments ago.”A soft chuckle escaped my lips at the assumption that Cain and I were married. “He is not my husband” I remarked. “We are just cool.”As I turned to leave, Isolde called out to me, her voice laced with amusement. “You know, my dear, if someone fought a boar for me, I’d surely marry them.”I paused in my tracks, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. “Oh, Isolde,” I said, trying to hide my amusement, “Cain and I are not… well, we’re not married… and I don’t thin
Amidst the flickering candlelight in her grand chamber, Constantine stood before a gathering of her fellow witches. The room was charged with an atmosphere of palpable tension, and the air seemed to thicken as she began to speak."Witches of our coven," Constantine's voice rang out, commanding the attention of all who were present. Her eyes, gleaming with a newfound darkness, surveyed the assembly. "As your Supreme Sorcerer, I stand before you with grave news. A prophecy, one of ancient origins, threatens our existence."Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd. Witches exchanged worried glances, the weight of Constantine's words settling upon their shoulders.Constantine continued, her tone unwavering. "This prophecy speaks of an abomination, born of an unnatural union, that will bring an end to all we hold dear. It must not come to pass."Eyes darted among the gathered witches, understanding the gravity of the situation. The fate of their coven hung in the balance."To ensure ou
Constantine, consumed by paranoia, paced the dimly lit chambers of her newfound power. Her every step echoed her restless thoughts. The once-confident witch, now the Supreme Sorcerer, felt the weight of her newfound title and the burden of her dark choices pressing down upon her."They're all against me," she muttered, her voice a venomous hiss. "Isolde, Baros, even the very witches I've sworn to protect. They're all plotting my downfall."She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as anger flared within her. Her thoughts raced like a storm, each one more tumultuous than the last."I won't let that prophecy come true," she declared to the empty room. "I will do whatever it takes to stop it, even if it means...eliminating threats."The candles that lined the room flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Constantine's eyes, once vibrant and full of ambition, were now clouded by a darkness that mirrored her intentions.She thought of Agnes and the child she carried, t
In the dimly lit chamber that served as the central meeting place for their coven, Constantine stood before a gathered assembly of witches. The air was thick with tension and uncertainty, a stark contrast to the usual air of unity and shared purpose that had defined their gatherings in the past. She knew that her next words would shape the destiny of their coven."Witches of our sacred sisterhood," Constantine began, her voice carrying authority and a hint of urgency. "I stand before you today not only as your leader but as a bearer of grave tidings. It has come to my attention that we face a threat like no other, one that seeks to disrupt the balance of our world and endanger our sacred traditions."Murmurs of curiosity and concern rippled through the assembly. They leaned in closer, their eyes fixed on Constantine.She continued, "I speak of a prophecy, one that has been whispered among our most ancient and revered members. It speaks of an abomination, a force that could bring about
Isolde, hidden in the shadows, had overheard Agnes's revelation to Cain about her pregnancy. Her eyes gleamed with a malicious intent as she realized the potential threat this child could pose to her own ambitions. Isolde had always been ruthless in her pursuit of power, and she knew that she couldn't afford to let a child with the potential for extraordinary abilities grow and challenge her rule.After Agnes and Cain had shared their joyous moment, Isolde wasted no time. She had been keeping a secret of her own - a vial of poison, deadly and untraceable. Isolde made her way to where the remaining lycans were resting, unaware of the impending danger.With calculated precision, Isolde poured the poison into their wine, ensuring that there was no chance of survival. The lycans, already weakened from their past ordeals, were defenseless against this hidden threat. As they drank from the tainted source, the poison worked swiftly, coursing through their bodies and snuffing out their lives.
i couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling of vulnerability that had settled in my chest. The attempt on my life had been a stark reminder that danger lurked in every shadow of the coven. i had always been cautious, but now, with my powers fully restored and my enemies aware of it, i felt like a hunted animal.As the moon hung high in the sky, i slipped away from the grand hall and made my way to a hidden chamber deep within the coven's labyrinthine corridors. i needed solitude to think and plan my next move.Candles flickered to life as i entered the dimly lit room, revealing ancient texts and scrolls that lined the shelves. This was my sanctuary, a place where i had honed my craft in secret, away from the prying eyes of the coven.i knew that if she wanted to survive, i had to disappear, at least for a while. Her first instinct was to seek out Seraphina, her confidant and friend, and share her concerns. But Agnes hesitated. She couldn't risk putting Seraphina in danger and I could not fi
Isolde's voice was a low, urgent whisper as she leaned toward Baros in the dimly lit corner of the feast hall. The cacophony of celebration around them masked their conversation."Baros," she began, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint, "tonight is the night we seize control. We've bided our time long enough. I have a plan, a way to remove Constantine from power, but we must act swiftly and decisively."Baros regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and caution. "What plan do you have in mind?" he inquired, his voice barely audible over the revelry.Isolde's lips curled into a sly smile. "It begins with Agnes," she whispered. "After the feast, when she least expects it, you will strike. Kill her swiftly and quietly. It will sow chaos and confusion among Constantine's followers."Baros hesitated, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Agnes is a formidable witch," he noted. "Killing her won't be easy."Isolde's confidence didn't waver. "I know. But we have an advantage. Constantine's atten
Amidst the newly found freedom and celebration, Constantine, now ruling without any elders to challenge her authority, decided to throw a grand feast in honor of Cain and his band of rebels. The banquet hall in the heart of the witch's castle was adorned with opulent decorations, and long tables were covered with a sumptuous spread of dishes.Cain, still relishing the victory on the battlefield, arrived at the feast with his fellow rebels. They had come a long way, from being a small band of outlaws to the liberators of the witches. As they entered the hall, the atmosphere was electric, filled with the joy and exuberance of the witches who had been liberated from the tyranny of King Crowell.Constantine, radiant in a gown of midnight blue, awaited Cain at the head of the long table. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and gratitude as she greeted him. "Cain, you and your comrades have achieved what seemed impossible. You have set us free from the chains of oppression."Cain bow
Cain and his band of men, now infused with newfound magical strength, moved swiftly and stealthily through the cover of the forest. The tension in the air was palpable as they approached the approaching army of King Crowell, a formidable force numbering in the thousands. Cain whispered to his men, his voice determined and fierce, "Remember, lads, we're fighting for our freedom, for our homes and families. We won't back down now." His words ignited a fire in their hearts, and their resolve hardened.As King Crowell's forces drew nearer, Cain's band took up their positions, hidden among the thick trees and underbrush. They watched in silence as the enemy army advanced, the ground trembling beneath the weight of their numbers.The battle commenced with a sudden and ferocious intensity. Cain, wielding his newfound magical abilities, unleashed bolts of lightning upon the enemy, sending arcs of deadly energy surging through their ranks. The element of surprise was on their side, and the so
As Baros used a drop of Cain's blood to craft vials for the others, a sense of both excitement and trepidation filled the room. The anticipation of gaining newfound strength coursed through each of them, even though they were aware that they might not reach the pinnacle of power that Cain now possessed.Baros chanted the incantation in a language as ancient as the spell itself, a ritual that connected the vials to Cain's essence. The vials began to glow with a faint, ethereal light, signifying their bond with Cain's magic.Once the ritual was complete, Baros handed out the vials to the waiting rebels, each one eager to experience the enhanced abilities that had become Cain's gift. The vials contained not only a drop of Cain's blood but also a sliver of his magic, a connection to the newfound strength that had been bestowed upon him.As the rebels took their vials, they could feel the subtle surge of power coursing through them. It was as if they had tapped into a wellspring of energy