Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0027] - Zonnestra

Amoernt

Noun

Definition: A distinct class of mages who specialize in siphoning magical energy through the channeling of positive emotions. Unlike their counterparts, who syphon trough the four elemental channels, Amoernts draw their power from the depth and intensity of feelings such as love, joy, and desire. Although potent in their magical capabilities, Amoernts are often viewed as lesser mages due to the intimate and personal nature of their power source, particularly when their magic is most commonly drawn through sexual connections. Hence, why they are referred more as Incubus.

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On the outskirts of the camp, nestled in a clearing where the woods were to the meandering river, Ulencia and Xendrix were diligently overlooking the grass. Xendrix was working a few feet away from the halfling.

"Think I found one!" Ulencia almost shouted.

Xendrix hastened to her side, where she had uncovered a black, squashed, eight-legged bug. "That's one for the basket," he confirmed.

"How many more have you killed?"

"We'll find them," he deflected, his usual talkative nature subdued in her presence. "Have you given any thought to my proposal?" he blurted out, surprising even himself.

Ulencia's movements were abrupt as she straightened, her skirt swiftly falling to veil her legs once more. "What proposal?" she asked, her tone edged with a hint of impatience.

"The one we discussed earlier," Xendrix replied, a note of insistence creeping into his voice.

"You've become an alchemist, Xendrix. You don't need my aid anymore," Ulencia stated matter-of-factly, turning her back to him as she continued her task.

"But wouldn't you like it? I could offer you anything, fulfil any desire," he pressed, his voice had the taste of bribery.

Ulencia paused, her back still turned. "It's not as straightforward as you think," she said, her voice tense.

"Is it because of him?"

"You mean Mediah?"

"Is it?"

Her response came hesitantly, "I... I don't know. The thought of being someone's wife, a queen no less, it's overwhelming."

"But consider the power, the influence you could wield for the Menschen, for humans," Xendrix urged, "Your blood and my throne could make all the difference!"

Her frustration found its way into her voice, growing louder despite her intentions. "I don't know, Xendrix!"

His next words came out sharp, tinged with an underlying pain, "Is the idea of being with me so repulsive? Would you actually prefer a filthy incubus?"

"Leave Mediah out of this; he has never wronged you," Ulencia stated firmly, stepping closer to Xendrix until they were nearly nose to nose.

"Why the hesitation? I offer you a title, protection, and power, and yet you'd squander it all for a mere fling?" Xendrix's words spilt out unbridled, his restraint crumbling.

"Mediah is a Magi! His power is beyond your comprehension, beyond anything your alchemy could ever grasp!" Ulencia retorted, her voice rising in defence.

The argument escalated, raw and unfiltered. "He's nothing but a fuckboy! That's his power; trickery, and I ain't blind to it, Ulencia. It just makes you his..."