The Council moved in a coordinated rush, attempting to bridge the gap with the fleeing soldiers. "Detain as many as you can!" I called out, even though the odds of our council members catching up seemed slim. The Warriors had a head start, efficiently mounting their camels upon their leader's command.
However, my sole focus remained unwavering; it was the man who had betrayed us time and time again throughout this fateful day. I closed the distance rapidly, each stride evolving into a powerful leap. Momentum carried me closer and closer, almost within arm's reach.
The man's loyal Warriors surrounded him, providing a protective barrier as they surged forward, effectively thwarting our council members' attempts at arrests. It hardly mattered. I was swifter than they were, and as I drew near enough to make out the faint specks of blood on his person, I launched myself low, channeling every ounce of remaining energy into the collision.
Once I was close enough to see the specks of blood from the man he'd killed, one of our own - I lunged low, using whatever power remained in my limbs, and struck him. The impact knocked the breath out of me, and as my joints ached and my body stiffened, I couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh. How fitting that such a man would now become our first prisoner of war. With that decisive strike, the prophecy's ominous words echoed in my mind - "the great war will begin, and the spear will be broken" - and there was no turning back. The spear was well and truly shattered, marking the onset of a relentless war that would alter the course of our lives forever
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The Blinding
FantasíaIn ancient Macrobia, where magic once intertwined with existence, a hidden prophecy shapes the destiny of a young girl named Tissa. Born to Rahma and Yanile, members of the dwindling Magician tribe, Tissa's arrival is shrouded in tragedy. With Rahma...
