Prolugue
3rd person pov:
The air crackled with the energy of raw magic, the very fabric of reality warping and distorting around the two figures locked in mortal combat. Eleanor, the young sorceress, stared in disbelief at the one she had once called friend, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of shock and anguish.
Celeste... how could you?" Eleanor's voice trembled, her words laced with a pain that cut deeper than any blade.
Celeste's lips curled into a cruel smile, her once warm gaze now cold and calculating. "You were always so naive, Eleanor. Did you truly believe our friendship meant anything to me?" She raised a hand, arcane energies coalescing around her fingertips. "All I ever wanted was to take everything from you and your power."
The betrayal struck Eleanor like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs. In that moment, she saw the truth - Celeste had been playing her all along, manipulating their bond of trust for her own nefarious ends. And now, that treachery would cost Eleanor everything.
Celeste's spell lashed out, a torrent of searing magical energy that slammed into Eleanor's weakening defenses. The sorceress cried out in agony as the arcane flames seared her flesh, her concentration faltering. One by one, her protective wards crumbled, leaving her vulnerable.
With a final, agonizing scream, Eleanor's battered body succumbed to the relentless assault. She crumpled to the ground, her life's blood pooling around her. Celeste stood over her, a twisted sense of triumph etched upon her features.
"Farewell, dear friend," she spat, the words dripping with venomous contempt. "May your ashes feed the earth that will bury you."
As the light faded from Eleanor's eyes, she felt a strange, pulling sensation - as if her very soul was being drawn into a vortex of swirling energy. The world around her dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors, and then... darkness.
But in that void, a spark ignited - a glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished. Eleanor's spirit, battered but unbroken, clung to that ember, determined to rise again. For she would not rest until she had reclaimed what was stolen from her, and visited upon Celeste a reckoning of fire and shadow.
The Sorceress would be reborn.
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Reborn In Arcane Flames:The Sorceress's Vengeance
FantasyEleanor was a young, gifted sorceress living in a magical realm. Her powers were unmatched, and she was admired by all. However, her closest friend, Celeste, grew jealous of Eleano's abilities and sought to eliminate her. One fateful day, Celeste be...
