Ventus | Hunter x gn!reader | The Owl House

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You huffed in amusement. Of course it was him. Always carrying out the emperor's orders as if they were his reality.

You watched for a few seconds more. It was clear who would win, and so you just watched.

A blast of ice flew past your head, dangerously close to splitting it open. Yet, you didn't flinch.

It became clear early on that this witch was wild and had refused to join a coven. Both of his wrists were left untouched by a sigil.

He threw sloppy punches and had terrible aim when it came to spells. His posture was off, along with his balance. The only advantage he had on the Golden Guard was height and spell power.

Within a minute or so, the wild witch threw a punch to the side, letting his guard fall. The Golden Guard took this, moving to the opening so swiftly that he became but a flash of light.

The staff that the Golden Guard held glowed with a menacing crimson colour. A wave of heat so intense rippled through the air that you, still but a shadow cloaked in an elaborate illusion, felt the potions you kept in a satchel slung over your shoulder began to burn through the leather.

The Golden Guard held his staff at the wild witch's side so that if the witch moved, he would be burnt beyond return.

Tension was thick in the air as the Golden Guard stood his ground, daring the witch to make a move.

The witch's eyes darted around the area, looking for an escape.

It was at that moment that you decided to shake up the soda can.

A smirk spread across your face as you drew a circle in the air. The circle illuminated your face as your illusion faltered for a split second, casting you in a pure blue glow.

You had no doubt that the witch would be caught regardless and be forced into a coven, therefore giving him the upper hand should not cause too much discord in the grand scheme of things.

The circle crackled with energy as you fell into shadow once more, hiding yourself from the eyes of the Golden Guard.

Your illusion sprung to life.

Grey hair, red dress, owl palisman and all.

'The owl lady' seemed to be the one criminal that the emperor's coven couldn't get their hands on, so she seemed a good fit for a distraction.

The Golden Guard gasped in surprise at the sight of her, letting his guard drop.

The wild witch kicked into action, landing a swift punch to the Golden Guard's solar plexus.

The witch's punch was more powerful this time, winding the emperor's right hand instantly.

The Golden Guard doubled over, dropping his staff.

A cruel smirk twisted it's way onto your lips as the wild witch took off and the illusion of the owl lady crackled with energy before dispersing.

You turned around, dropping your illusion and legging it out of there. You chuckled to yourself as you heard the frustrated growl of the Golden Guard behind you.

You arrived at home, pushing the door open.

You didn't bother greeting your parents and darted up the stairs and into your mess of a room. You tugged on the string of your side lamp to turn it on, not stepping out of your routine.

Scripts, ancient homework that you never handed in and dead pointe shoes littered the corners and drawers of the room.

You flopped onto your bed, letting out an audible sigh of relief as your back hit the soft fabric.

You reached over to your lamp and let darkness envelope your vision as your limbs became heavy.

It was a sweet relief to finally get to visit the land of your own mind, the only place that made sense in this world. At least to you.

You stood in front of the big, metal doors leading to the emperor's castle.

It was early and the breeze of the morning was carried through the air swiftly and with elegance.

Standing in front of the colossal building was daunting and invoked a sense of inferiority into the coven scouts that had been sentenced to 'keep guard' outside.

It was grand and gold much unlike the system that it was a tribute to.

You pushed open the door, ready for the worst possible thing to happen.

Standing in the hallway was the familiar silouhette of Adrian accompanied by one you were sure you would only ever see on tv.

Terra Snapdragon.

There she stood, pure power pulsing through the air due to her very presence.

She had an odd air, one that spoke of force and fierce determination that couldn't be controlled. The wind around her swirled in patterns that told of satisfaction in destruction, joy in the pain of others and cruel fury.

She was not to be trifled with.

As Terra sensed your presence, she turned to you and put on a smile.

"(Name), dear. It looks like I'll be mentoring you from now on. Now, just follow me," she spoke in a tone that was dripping with venom, yet drenched in maple syrup.

She put her hand on your back, guiding you through the palace. The very way Terra Snapdragon walked spoke volumes about her character. Stiff, with vigour lining each step.

The wrinkles lining her face were a testament to the marks she had made on the lives of others through being still and silent until she had her prey right where she wanted it.

Your new mentor turned her head to you and smiled, her eyes curving up and her wrinkles deepening.

"I'm sure you and I will be great friends."