The Keeper of The Dragon Flame BNHA X OCS

Magical Surprises

Zatanna hurled blue mana spheres at Charmcaster, her movements precise and calculated. Each sphere crackled with magical energy as it sped towards its target. But as they connected, Charmcaster's figure dissipated into swirling pink smoke, revealing that she was nothing more than an illusion.

Zatanna's eyes widened in realization, her heart racing. She quickly scanned her surroundings, searching for the real Charmcaster, but it was too late.

Charmcaster, concealed behind Zatanna, grinned as she silently conjured a weapon. In her hand, a javelin made entirely of pink mana materialized, glowing ominously. With a swift and brutal motion, Charmcaster thrust the javelin forward, piercing Zatanna in the back.

Zatanna gasped, a sharp, searing pain shooting through her body. She staggered forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the wound, but the damage was done.  Zatanna was left reeling from the brutal attack.

Charmcaster: (mockingly) Did you really think you could outsmart me, Zatanna? You were always just one step behind.

Zatanna's knees buckled as she tried to stay upright, the world around her spinning. She knew she was gravely injured, but a fire burned within her — a refusal to give up. This was far from over.

Charmcaster, seeing Zatanna weakened, raised her javelin once more. The pink mana weapon shimmered in her hand, poised to strike a second time.

Charmcaster: (smirking) It's over, Zatanna. Time to put you out of your misery.

She aimed for Zatanna's heart, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Just as she prepared to deliver the final blow, something unexpected happened.

Without thinking, Zatanna instinctively stretched out her hand, her mind clouded by pain and desperation. In that moment, she unintentionally summoned a creature from her mana. A large, blue mana wolf materialized with a snarl, its eyes glowing fiercely.

The wolf lunged at Charmcaster with savage speed, sinking its glowing fangs into her shoulder. Charmcaster screamed in shock and pain as the wolf's bite sent a surge of blue mana coursing through her body, disrupting her control over the pink mana javelin. She staggered back, trying to shake the wolf off, but its grip was relentless.

Charmcaster: (furious) What...?! How did you—?!

Zatanna, breathing heavily, glanced at the wolf with a mix of confusion and newfound determination. She hadn't intended to summon it, but in her moment of vulnerability, her magic had responded to her will to survive. It was the first sign of something stirring within her, something stronger than before.

Zatanna stood frozen for a moment, her eyes wide with disbelief. She hadn't chanted a word, yet the mana wolf had appeared, summoned by sheer instinct. She clutched her side, still in pain from the wound, but her thoughts raced faster than the agony that coursed through her.

Zatanna: (breathless) I... I didn't say anything. How...?

She stared at her outstretched hand, her fingers trembling as they crackled with residual blue mana. Her magic had never responded like this before — without a verbal incantation. It had always required focus, words to guide the spell, but this... this was different.

Charmcaster writhed under the wolf's grip, her expression twisted in both pain and rage.

Charmcaster: (growling) You think this changes anything, Zatanna?! You're still finished!

But Zatanna wasn't listening to Charmcaster's threats anymore. She could feel something stirring deep within her, a well of power untapped until now. This was a new side of her magic, raw and instinctive. Despite the pain and the danger, a spark of hope ignited within her.