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“There can be no darkness without light,
and not light without darkness.”
Full name: Amara Casandre DeLeonor
Short name/Nickname: Fire
Age: 132
Age appearance: Early to mid-twenties
Occupation: Head Mage of Issimir
Race: Phoenix Shapeshifter / Ahkiaähn (further explained under race)
Elements: Fire
Sexual Orientation: N/A
Current Marital Status: Single
Languages: (both common and Fantasy): Common Tongue (Fluent), “Draconic” (reading only), Runes (reading only), Common Elvish (fluent)
Affiliation
Alignment: Neutral
Deity: N/A
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Family
Father: Emperor Adonis DeLaLuna -MIA
Mother: Lady Anala DeLeonor (deceased))
Uncle: Lord Anthony DeLeonor (Unknown)
Brother(s): Cain Malachi DeLaLuna (Unknown)
Sister(s): Isra Lillian DeLaLuna, Nadia Grace DeLaLuna, Edlynne DeLeonor (all unknown)
Physical Description
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 101 lbs
Hair color: Dark Chocolate Brown
Eye Color: Naturally gentle sapphire blue,
however changes to a sharp, glowing white color during shifting.
Skin tone: Light Olive
Distinguishing marks/Features: Tattoo on her back of phoenix-like symbol
Appearance: Amara is petite, slender and agile standing at approximately 5 feet 2 inches. She has a soft and gentle face, and even softer blue eyes. She has a petite nose, and full pink lips, with dark brown hair that flows down to the small of her back like torrents of dark chocolate. Her hair is slightly wavy, long and thick.
Phoenix Appearance: A phoenix is a sight to behold in any fashion, and Amara is no different. She has a beautiful vibrant plumage of several different colors. Each feather is licked with a variety of flames of varying colors and heat. She has long black talons and her eyes are a piercing white, that glow like hot embers. Her beak is also black and sharp. She is elegant and graceful as any bird of prey, with a scorching heat emanating from her as she glides through the air.
Psychological Traits and Personality
Likes/Obsessions: Performing Arts, Visual Arts, travel, learning, honesty, and integrity
Dislikes/Peeves: Narcissism, bigotry, lack of respect, dishonorable behaviors
Phobias/Fears: Spiders, herself, cages
Health Habits/Addictions/Diet:
Drinking: Honey Mead
Diet: The diet of the phoenix is not known. In a human form, she eats human food as any other human does. Her diet consists mostly of what she can make on her own. In phoenix form however, it is not known what she is likely to consume. However, prior to a rebirth as a phoenix, she has a tendency to overwhelm her palate with spices such as cinnamon, nutmeg, all spice and other warm spices mixed in teas, or even just chewing on them raw. Outside of such circumstances, her diet is unknown.
General Description of Personality: Amara, is a quiet woman who mostly keeps to herself. As most phoenixes, she is a bit of a loner. However, should she happen to come across someone who earns her trust, she is loyal to that person, (or persons) to a fault.
Abilities
Languages: Languages were also started very early. By the time she was four, it was enforced through a process known as double translation, an ancient way of learning and studying languages. She was to write translations of her lessons in one language, then another, and what mistakes were made, were corrected, then the assignment had to be redone. She also had to show her knowledge of languages through conversation, starting a conversation in one language, then go into another fluidly.
Music: Amara has a deep fondness for music, especially string instruments as well as singing. She was given lessons as soon as she showed signs of a musical ear. The urge to sing as well as her ear for singing is a trait of the phoenix, and her skills in music came naturally to her, and excelled through years of practice.
Physical training: Being a DeLeonor, Amara was given instruction in physical fitness. Physical strength is not her strong suit, however her ability to be quick to analyze her opponent in certain situations as well as use of minor to moderate evasive maneuvers has proven effective in order to get away long enough to use other means necessary against her opponent.
Phoenix Form
Fire and Heat Manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate her own heat. Amara can make it so all her heat is released causing “a sword to singe” or she can make it so someone she trusts can touch her flame licked feathers. But this is still a work in progress, and she does not have full control over it in phoenix form risking friend or foe to be burned by the fire and heat she emits.(Heat can reach up to 2000 degrees Fahrenheit.)
Fire Mimicry: The power to transform into or have a physical body made up of fire; a technique of fire manipulation. User is made up of or can transform their body completely into fire. Users' transformed form is anatomically identical to their normal form, aside from being made of fire, in which case, it contains all organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Fire Mimicry is an evasion tactic that can be used in bursts of 10 seconds(2 post cooldown) at a time and can only occur 3x a day due to the amount of energy required to be effective.
Phoenix Cry: The Phoenix can let out a shriek of varying pitch. The phoenix cry can be a painful shriek, (those affected can feel disorientated, blurred vision, or headaches) or can be a mellifluous whistle to an ally. Has an effective radius of 30 feet.
Wave of Fire: By bringing her wings together, a wave of fire will shoot down from her wings. It is a tactic used to even odds, and usually only used in desperate times, because she cannot control who the wave hits. Ability can be used twice a day due to the amount of volume the fire covers. Effective area of 50wx10f feet
Fireball: A fireball is much easier to control and is treated very much like a cannonball. She shoots it down with a large flap of her wings, and a fireball will shoot down in a direction she chooses. Once a fireball hits, a blast of fire and energy will spread approximately 15 feet in diameter [7.4ft with the ball having exploded at the center]. (This skill does not stack with her human form, only 15 fireballs may be used in total.)
Phoenix Tears: [Extremely Rare]- Because she is a phoenix Amara’s tears in Phoenix form have minor healing properties, however the healing properties will only work on those that she has bonded to.
- One tear can stop very minor bleeding and heal small scrapes and cuts.
- Two tears can accelerate healing of slightly larger wounds but will not heal them directly
- Three tears (which is very rare) can accelerate healing of minor fractures, but they will need to be set immediately or risk healing incorrectly nor will three tears heal them directly.
Accelerated healing: The ability to heal quicker from an injury than a human. The body is able to increase cellular regeneration to a point of being approximately 75 times faster than that of a normal human being and with no fear of cells turning tumorous. The severity of the injury will dictate how much recovery and time is needed. (Recovery is story based.)
Ash Resurrection: Amara can be reborn after a death by fire, in which her entire body is consumed by flames, and the ashes are left to rest. She will only be resurrected if she has been burned, and if someone she has bonded to initiates her resurrection with one of her feathers as a catalyst. She will not be reincarnated should her head or her heart be removed from her body or if her body has not been burned.
Phoenix Plume: Amara has the ability to release “feather flames” as she flies overhead. The feathers fall delicately just like any other feather and detonate upon contact like a bomb of energy, heat and fire which spreads approximately 10 ft in diameter from detonation point. She can release no more than 10 at a given time and has no control of where they land within a 20ft area. (In human form she can only create 3) (30 max feathers used before she can afford to drop no more)
Human Form
Fire Mimicry: The power to transform into or have a physical body made up of fire; a technique of fire manipulation. User is made up of or can transform their body completely into fire. Users' transformed form is anatomically identical to their normal form, aside from being made of fire, in which case, it contains all organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Fire Mimicry is an evasion tactic that can be used in bursts of 10 seconds at a time and can only occur 2x a day due to the amount of energy required to be effective.
Fire Manipulation: The power to manipulate fire. Users can create, shape and manipulate fire, the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products, flame being the visible portion of the fire. Depending on the substances alight, and any impurities outside, the color of the flame and the fire's intensity will be different.
Fire manipulation styles/techniques
Fire Pulse: In human form Amara, emits the same amount of heat of a normal human being unless she is put into a situation where she feels she is in danger, or if she is overwhelmed in some way. When she is put into an overwhelming or dangerous situation her skin will heat up, causing a pulse of heat to escape her body expanding a radius of 5 feet from her body in all directions. (Heat can reach up to 2000 Fahrenheit.)
Fire stream: Her body will first rise in temperature, starting in her core then moving through her whole body causing her eyes to turn white as fire forms in the palms of her hands. This motion is a more common move, but requires concentration, steady breathing and a strong stance. Fire Streams are a flow of fire and energy usually from the users’ hands flowing out by 15ft and burns everything in the line of the stream. Amara can perform 10 Fire Streams at 15ft before she is fatigued causing the streams to lessen, and will need to refresh her energy. (Heat can reach up to 2000 Fahrenheit.)
Fire ball: Her body will first rise in temperature, starting in her core then moves through her
whole body causing her eyes to turn white as fire forms in the palms of her hands. Wielding
fire balls requires deep breathing and a strong stance. To shoot the fireball she needs to
shoot one ball at a time motioning her hand in the direction of her opponent in order to release a fireball approximately the size of a softball. It will travel approximately 20ft
forward. Once a fireball hits, a blast of fire and energy will spread approximately 5ft in any
direction with the mass at the center. 15 fireballs can be released before they decrease in size (Heat can reach up to 2000 Fahrenheit.)
Accelerated healing: The ability to heal quicker from an injury than a normal person.
The body is able to increase cellular regeneration to a point of being 75 times faster than
that of a normal human being and with no fear of cells turning tumorous. The severity of the injury will dictate how much recovery and time is needed. (Recovery is story based.)
Magical Flames: The Ahkiaähn are beings rich in magical energies and so thus, are often
gifted in the magic arts. The fire that emits from her phoenix form is not born of natural
means and can act differently than normal fire since it is fueled with magic. This means
they are not immune to being burned from fire created by natural or other means. This
allows the user to control how fire interacts with people she has bonded with. This fire cannot be absorbed but its magical energies can.
Phoenix Song: (Story Based): Phoenixes are musical creatures. They have different whistles,
cries and piercing shrieks, but they also have songs that have other purposes. The phoenix song is a
form of expression when it is heard it can be invigorating or stir up positive emotions and energize the listener(s) within reasonable listening range.
Moderate Agility: She can change her body's position efficiently with the integration of isolated movement skills using a combination of balance, coordination, speed, reflexes, endurance and stamina.
Defenses and Weaknesses
Fighting style: Amara is not a “fighter,” she prefers to cause damage from a distance. She tends to use evasive maneuvers or tactics to give herself time to move back from her opponent to continue to cause damage at a distance.
The Council of Faces: A trait of the Ahkiaähn (see Race). The Council of Faces are both a strength and a weakness. They arrive in dreams, and taunt the subconscious members of Ahkiaähn tribe. They are the knowledge, and personalities of those of the past of an Ahkiaähn tribe member. (To better understand the council of faces, it is like suffering from Dissociative Personality Disorder) The council of faces keeps Amara from using her better judgment and can alter her personality greatly if it is not kept in check. The council of faces once activated can also bring about confusion, as well as internal mayhem, making her a danger to herself as well as others.
Heat and Fire Resistance: Being a phoenix, she is resistant to heat and fire however she is not immune and will still feel the effects if exposed for long enough or hit with a flame hot enough.
Iron and Corrupted Iron: A Phoenix cannot touch Iron, like many creatures, it burns the flesh. Both iron and corrupted iron can be a danger to a phoenix and cause serious harm. Any injuries from something made from iron, especially corrupted iron, can potentially kill a phoenix.
Race
The Ahkiaähn: Several hundreds of years ago, a group of ancient gods were starting to fade from the eyes of man. In order to bring Man back to the old beliefs, they worked together to create a new race. After countless years, they created a new seed for man, and planted the seed in a few select virgins that practiced the old ways. The results, of course were to the liking of the gods and the sun god, Ahki, who called these new humans Ahkiaähn. It began with four: one set of twins (Eleia and Jireh Seille), and two others (Malachi Duruv and Ilysa Rhoth). The twins would later cause the greatest impact on the people; while the two others, were lost to the sands of time. They had powers beyond that of their brethren, and were special, for they aged much slower than the others. However, it was said their greatest gift was:
“Should they fall, the soul of the fallen would flow into another, and pass on the power of the Ahkiaähn and continue their work...”
This meant that when one died, their soul would pass onto a child human body that was either meant to be stillborn or die shortly after birth. The soul that moved into the new human body, would not be itself from the previous life, but would ensure the life of the child and bestow upon that child the gift of living and serving the old gods. That child would grow up with its own name and abilities, but the original soul would be there for consultation and guidance. As the chosen of the Ahkiaähn die, the new soul would combine with the old one, and move to the next child, to continue the cycle. Each new addition to this cycle, was later called by a member of the Ahkiaähn tribes as “a new face.” Because of a member’s ability to refer to the previous lives of their lines in their dreams or meditative state, the faces (or souls) were later known as “The Council of Faces.”
Amara is one of the Ahkiaähn, the race had adapted over time, to the point that each new “face” as it was called once the soul transferred to a new body, became dormant, and nothing more than a parasite. However, the “faces” can be activated through high emotional stress or trauma giving the person who is considered an Ahkiaähn symptoms like Dissociative Identity Disorder. But rather being actual “alters or personalities” they are beings that existed previously.
Amara has shown great restraint when it comes to The Council of Faces. However, she is different compared to others of the Ahkiaähn. Because she is a phoenix, she can be resurrected simply as herself, causing the Ahkiaähn gift to become dormant. This angers the Council of Faces and causes hardship for her on occasion.
History
Phoenix Egg:
The fire had spread beyond control. There was nothing more that could be done. The cabin just beyond the mountain hidden within the dreaded Ruitikeh forest, was gone, and already the flames licked through the shivering, groaning trees. A beast ran through the chaos, letting out deep and terrible roars that rumbled like thunder. It was hardly more than a blurred shadow as it ran through the thick with the weight of it caused the ground to tremble beneath its paws as it ran. It had three heads; its eyes fixed on a single point. The Mountain Pass of Lhrenthiel. It darted up the path to the passageway, the rocks crumbling with each frantic step. Ana the beast seemed to roar aloud. And there she was, the petite, slender frame of a girl, standing before the Guardian, an ancient creature with scales black as ebony, and eyes of piercing gold and green. The female slowly turned as the beast darted up as fast he could.
“Leri,” she whispered softly, but he did not reach her in time. She willingly gave herself to it,
the Guardian, a black dragon. The beast stopped, staring with three sets of glowing blue hues,
all staring aghast. As as the dragon consumed the last of its meal, it looked down to the three
headed beast and watched as the shadows faded and revealed white, shaggy fur. And both
creatures remained still studying one another.
“She asked for this, Cerberus,” The Guardian said, once the flames finally began to die down.
He looked down to the scorched forest, studying it like a horrid scar.
“As betrayed as you must feel, Leri, Lady Anala asked me to put an end to her.
I simply obliged.” Leri, the white Cerberus said nothing in response, simply stamped his paw,
as if to silence the dragon. Suddenly, he heard it. A faint sound carried by the wind.
Both dragon and Cerberus looked down upon the scarred land, listening intently.
A pulsing sound. As the wind picked up more, Leri took a deep breath inward,
and his heart leapt.
Follow scent. He thought, all three heads thinking the same thing. Follow scent.
Darting back toward the forest, He turned East. He ran through the smoldering paths,
listening and smelling it. Could it be her? Stopping in his tracks, he heard the sound.
It was so faint, but it was there. Sniffing he could smell her, Anala. But no, it wasn’t her.
It couldn’t have been. There was something else. Nestled behind some brush and within
a circle of stones were a pile of ashes, and within them, a large, blackened egg. He sniffed
around it, he could smell Ana, but it was not Ana. Sniffing more, he felt a pulse emanate
from the egg. Listening intently, he felt another pulse, and there it was again. The sound;
a faint heartbeat. Sniffing it more intently, each of his heads spoke their thoughts.
Her rebirth on the way to Serva’as. one said
The Council…
Phoenix child…
Her child… They all said at once. Leri’s heart tightened, wrapping himself around the egg he could hear the sizzling of his fur from the heat of the egg. As he lay there, the heat from the egg grew, and the faint heartbeat, began to ring loud and clear. He studied it a few moments unsure of what to do with the egg, when suddenly there was a final pulse of heat, causing a huge crack to form on the egg and a bright light shot out from the crack. The Cerberus watched in anticipation as the egg broke away more and a little hand reached out from within. He felt his heart drop then, and for the first time, the beast wept.
The Heir of DeLeonor (Age 17)
Terwit-hoo-hoo… Terwit-hoo-hoo called the owl in the cool of the wee hours before dawn. Calling, like a herald of despair. The air was crisp, filled with the chirping of tree frogs, and the rustling of night-stalkers seeking their prey. With the call of the owl, the eyes of a young woman shot open, revealing hues of haunted sapphire. Remaining still, she listened quietly to the sounds of the night.
“Listen to me!” a voice hissed from behind her door. She remained silent and still as she listened. “Just listen!” Furrowing her brow, she tried to make out whose voice it was and focused on hearing the hushed voices responding.
“We cannot keep doing this.” Said a female voice.
“We must! Everything will be fine.” Said a male voice.
“Yes, we have to.” Said another male voice, a heavy accent to his voice.
“By the heavens, are you mad? We cannot keep this a secret anymore!” The female exclaimed in a harsh tone. “We have to tell her the truth.”
“She is fine, we do not need to bother her with that.”
“William, how can you say that? Her memories are stirring up, everything is falling into place for her. Just like it says in Ivy’s diary. The same thing happened to Lady An- “
“Be quiet! Laurel, listen to yourself. Casandre is fine, nothing is wrong with her.”
“And what do you know Henri, your family were the stable keepers, and you do not even bother reading your own family history with these matters Lady Anala would be ashamed to..”
“Casandre is fine.”
“That is not her name!” Laurel exclaimed suddenly and gasped by how shrill her voice had become. “You two know it just as well as I. Her name was given to our ancestors... Hear me. Please… all of this has happened before. You know that this land has a way of bringing back the old ways. And what happens when she realizes her dreams are memories?”
“And you, have you thought of what could happen if you tell her what she is? Have you thought of her snapping? Look at the Ruitikeh Forest, it is just starting to grow back!”
“Which is exactly why we have to be honest with her! We cannot keep lying to her. She is the daughter of Lady DeLeonor. She isn’t just a royal orphan. And she’s not a normal girl!” Laurel exclaimed. “We can’t keep hiding who she is from her. She is starting to suffer the same symptoms Lady DeLeonor did. It’s all in Ivy’s diary.”
“Ivy is nothing but dust now, and her diary cannot help us in these times. Casandre will be fine. I’ll start giving her a tonic to sleep at night…”
They are lying to you… Whispered a voice in the back of her mind. They haven’t even told you where you come from….
No… She thought. They wouldn’t do this to me.
They did.. What should we do as punishment for such a crime… Whispered the voice and gradually more voices started to join in.
Burn them… you know you can. Burning is the only punishment befitting traitors.
No… no!
Burn them. More voices whispered. Burn them! Hundreds seemed
to join all repeating the phrase over and over. She sat up covering her ears to silence the words. But their voices only began to crescendo.
Stop… She thought desperately. Stop it! She shut her eyes wishing the
voices to stop, but with her eyes closed, she started seeing images in
the back of her mind. Faces of women that she knew, and yet had never met. One stood out a woman with auburn locks and eyes gray as steel.
Do it. Burn them. Let go of the rage you feel toward traitors.
She suddenly felt a tingling, burning sensation begin deep in her core.
Her skin felt hot, she felt the burning sensation build up from her core and through her body.
“Stop..” she whispered aloud.
Burn them!
“Shut up…” she whispered. The sensation began to build more. Her eyes
began to burn, as if they were on fire the gentle haunted blue of her hues suddenly glowing like white hot coals.
Burn them!
“Shut up…”
BURN THEM ALL! The voices then started to cackle, as they started to scream the words in her head.
“Shut up!” she screamed. Suddenly the tingling sensation moved
through her entire body and felt as if it was expelled from her with a
hard pulse. She screamed as it was released and caused the floor
beneath her to crack. The crack spread as red sparks shot out along the
edge of the crack making it appear like lightning and spread up the wall closest to her.
“Casandre!” William cried out. “Casandre, open the door!”
Ask them who you really are. We know who you are!
“Shut up!” she screamed.
Anala’s daughter. Amara DeLeonor! Daughter of a dead empress. The Heir of DeLeonor! They sneered.
“Open the door! Are you alright? Casandre!” Henri cried out.
“Ah! I can’t open the door! The knob is too hot!” William shouted.
“Casandre!”
“Bash it down! Bash it down!” Laurel exclaimed.
Heir of DeLeonor!
Burn them, liars, traitors all. Burn them
“Stop!” She screamed. Her scream so high in pitch the glass of her windows shattered. Suddenly wisp like flames moved through her dark chocolate locks and flames slowly spread around her, picking up speed as it consumed everything around her.
Issimir: Scorched Earth (Aged 129)
“Sal’ei kama d’orala” a voice hissed.
“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice echoing through the black nothing that surrounded her.
“Kama la d’ana'' the voice continued. The voice was like a choir of snakes hidden within the voice of an old crone. The sound sent chills down her spine. “El u’jacka damarad ‘ei…”
“Show yourself!” she exclaimed. She walked further into the dark, trying to follow the voice, but she soon stopped taking in the smell of smoke.
Do you feel that? A voice whispered in the back of her mind.
“No..” she whispered with a slight shake of her head.
There is only one thing to do.
“Stop..” she whispered.
“Ke’vu shikani” the voice continued not far from her, the sound echoing as smoke began to fill her lungs. A burning sensation filled her core, causing goosebumps to form over her smooth skin.
You need to burn her, or she’ll destroy you. More voices began to whisper at the same time. All taunting her with confusion as she felt her head begin to spin in the black.
“Show yourself!” she exclaimed, her voice echoing back to her.
You must do it! Burn everything!
“Stop it!” She placed her hands over her ears to deafen the whispers in her head.
Do it! Burn everything!
She was growing dizzy as she felt the earth spin around her, the smoke washing over her. “SHUT UP!” she screamed her voice echoing in the dark. Suddenly everything stopped. The voices all stopped talking leaving her in death-like silence. Taking in a slow breath she turned, to see a thin, shriveled woman veiled in smoke pointing at her. Her eyes lifeless as they stared at her.
“El u’jacka damarad ‘ei!” the woman screamed in her serpent like hiss suddenly she was falling, falling into nothing.
Amara woke with a start, beads of sweat dripping from her brow as her heart pounded in her ears, like the frenzied drums on a battlefield.
‘It was just a dream,’ She thought as she took in a slow shaky breath. ‘It was just a dream...’ The sun was beginning to rise painting the sky in shades of blue pink and purple. She looked up at the clouds as she breathed slowly to steady the pounding in her chest. Suddenly she realized, she was outside. Did she not stop in a tavern the night before?
Standing up she wrapped her hooded cloak around her, the air
was chilly, the sun had not come out fully however the rays were
beginning to stretch out from the horizon. Her soft sapphire eyes
adjusted quickly as she looked around her, her usually gentle gaze
harsh as she analyzed where she was. Even the air smelled
unusual to her.
“Where am I..?” she asked out loud as she took a few steps from
where she was sleeping. “Where the hell am I?” She stepped out
more her hands gently brushing against the bark of the tree closest
to her. Nothing seemed familiar to her, none of this felt the same.
Her breath quickened as she tried to think back to where she was
the night before. She had been traveling.
‘Think, damn it...’ she thought. Turning back to the spot she left,
she felt her knees weaken. There was a scorched area, like a scar in
the earth that reached out like tentacles to the nearby brush and
licked up the bark of the closest trees. It was almost as if a meteor
had hit it. She fell to her knees trying to catch her breath, her
fingers digging into the scorched forest floor when suddenly she
remembered the veiled woman surrounded by smoke pointing
at her:
“El u’jacka damarad ‘ei!”
She shook her head as if to remove the image from her mind, but she could not catch her breath, it was as if she could feel herself falling. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her petite frame looking up at the sky. The sun had finally risen. She watched it feeling a few rays fall on her, then her eyes caught sight of heat damage in a few of the trees.
‘The sun rises in the east.’ She thought as she stood up once more and slowly released her fingers to watch the ash and dirt fall back to the ground. She studied it carefully to see the direction of the cold breeze, then as she released it began to walk as if she were following a path. All paths had to lead somewhere.
Unsure of how much time had passed her movement began to slow down as she studied the trees and brush looking for something, anything, to eat. Taking in a slow breath she took in the sweet familiar scent of wood burning, not only that, but something else, leather perhaps. Her heart leapt at the thought of people being out in the wilderness, but she also felt a twinge of anxiety, people meant food, but people could also mean trouble. She lifted the hood of her cloak to hide her face then cautiously walked toward the scent of wood burning.
‘Do you really want to risk it?’ A voice whispered in the back of her mind. She touched her right temple, letting out a huff of a sigh she took another step forward, only to hear a snapping sound, then a whistle rush past her ear causing her to turn and instinctively crouch down.
“Who goes there?!” a voice cried out, a male voice. She turned to see what whistled past her ear, caught in the bark of a tree was an arrow. Her eyes widened as she looked for the archer. But instead heard a twig snap just behind her.
“Well, well…” another male voice jeered just inches from her. “Looks like we’ve got a prowler.”
Oh dear… A voice whispered in her mind.
“A prowler you say?”
“Aye!”
‘No..’ she thought as whispered laughter echoed in her mind. A tingling sensation immediately began deep in her core then spread to her arms and her legs.
“Do you know what we do to prowlers around here?” the male behind her asked. She dared not respond as she remained perfectly still, her hands out on either side of her. Suddenly he dropped a heavy hammer down to the forest floor causing the ground to shake. She could not help but feel the urge to gasp but held it back by biting hard on her bottom lip.
“Maybe he ain’t a prowler, maybe he’s come to join the march!” another came forward with lighter footsteps.
“Around here at this hour?” the other sneered. “Nah, let’s just be done with it.”
“Shouldn’t we take ‘im to…”
“Nah, let’s just be done with it, take whatever he’s carrying and go back to camp.” Suddenly she heard the swing of the hammer moving upwards.
“Parley!” she exclaimed quickly as the tingling, burning sensation expanded out like a shot, causing her body temperature to heat even more, the ground beneath her searing beneath her feet.
“Oh look ‘ere lads! Looks like our prowler is a woman!” one sneered..
“I demand to speak to your commander,” she stated, her melodic voice low, and matter-of-fact.
“Say, what?” One laughed, then reached his hand out to pull back her hood but let out a cry as he ripped his hand back from her hood. He dropped his hammer to the ground and gripped his hand that touched her. The skin of his hand was red and blistering. They looked down at her who had not moved a muscle yet had burned the hammer-man. When they looked at her, they saw eyes a piercing hot white looking up at them.
“What the devil?”
‘Calm…’ she thought to herself. ‘Calm down,’ she took a slow breath, her body heat slowly beginning to cool and her eyes changed from white to sapphire.
“Please.” She said, her honey voice low. Suddenly she heard someone slowly clapping.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
Turning her head, her eyes fell on a man, with stark white hair. The would-be king of the land approached and with a smirk said: “Well this is interesting.... I could use something with your talent.”
