For him to live, a witch must die.
Driven out of his village for the curse he possesses, Tavor is alone. With nowhere else to go, he must venture into the Eylderfell to hunt down the witch who cursed him.
But the forest is dangerous, wild with magic...
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Furious tapping at the window shook him awake.
Tavor's eyes snapped open, blinking into the gloom. The chill in the air was unnatural, fogging his breath in front of his face and shivering dread down his spine.
He sat bolt upright. The crow hopped up and down at the window, frantically flapping his uninjured wing.
"What did I tell you, you moron!"
It all came back to him in a rush.
Something moved abruptly behind him. Tavor whirled, but a figure lunged for him in the dark, and pushed him back against the bed. The fastenings of his cloak tightened around his neck as something yanked at it, until the cord snapped and the fabric was pulled away from his shoulders.
"Let me go!" Tavor struggled, but the hands digging into his shoulders pinned him down. He could see the knife lying on the ground out of reach, blade a soft moonlight glow.
HIs attacker leaned forward until their faces were inches apart. Snow-white skin, hair ash-pale in the dead moonlight.
"Imizael?"
Her lips parted into a smile, twisted into something almost feral. No longer the ethereal beauty he remembered. Her skin was moon-pale. Her hair fanned out behind her in rippling silver waves, and her eyes gleamed bright blue.
He could hear the crow still tapping at the window, as if trying to break through. Imizael whipped around, arm outstretched. Cold blue light burst from her palm and shattered against the window pane, and the crow fluttered away with a caw of surprise.
Imizael returned her attention to Tavor. Cold fingers closed around his throat, nails pricking his skin like claws.
"At last," she hissed, showing pointed teeth. "I will take what I am owed."
Tavor thrashed harder. He managed to get his arm free as Imizael lunged, teeth flashing towards his neck. But something stopped her just inches from his skin. She growled and tried again, but it seemed as though an invisible barrier held her back.
"How?" She reached for the cloak, shaking out the fabric, only to find it empty. Her head whipped back towards Tavor, eyes gleaming with fury. "Where is it?"
Tavor scrambled off the bed and groped for the knife. His fingers reached the dagger and he lashed out, carving an arc of moonlight blue through the air. Imizael jerked away with a howl of rage, and Tavor backed away, keeping the blade pointed towards her.
"You'll never find it," Tavor said. "So stay away from me."
Imizael hissed again. "Impudent little human," she muttered. But she slunk away all the same, leaving Tavor alone in the darkness.
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