You were leaning against a tree. Blood spilling from your mouth as you were now trying to fight Hecate. It was bitter work to say it only was a week of it so far.
You stand to your feet as you hold weapons made from your blood. Sickles to better match with Hecate. Mostly to learn how she fights and learn the best counters for it.
At least by this time, you have hit her a total of twice. You force yourself to your feet as you rush to attack her once more. Leaping over her flames as you clash sickles with her.
She pushes you back as you roll to avoid her witch fire again.
As you fight, she evades with clear efficiency and fluidity. Her flexibility was astounding. She moved so oddly for her stature, but it was clear her muscles weren't for show.
As you go for a slash. She hits you with a spell to the face. Which forces you to drop your weapons. After the smoke cleared, it was hard to get your bearings. You try to speak as she stands over you, smiling under her mask.
Y/N: Baaaaaa!
You were stunned as you quickly looked around, seeing she had turned you into a sheep.
Hecate: Well, look at you. You look adorable like this. If I could keep you like this forever, I would.
She leans down, petting your head as you shake your head from her grasp. Galloping around her in frustration to change you back.
Hecate: Relax. It's a simple polymorph spell. You can easily dispell it.
You close your eyes, focusing on the spell, trying to rid the magic cast on you. But it wasn't easy as you just let out a baaa of frustration. Much to Hecate's amusement.
Hecate: Well darling, I guess you'll be a sheep forever. At least your wool will keep everyone warm during the Odyssey.
You jump around her in frustration. Butting her leg lightly to get her attention to change you back. But after some time, in a poof of smoke, you were back to being human.
Y/N: Never turn me into a sheep again.
Hecate: Why? Is a wolf more your style? Or maybe a bat?
You groan in irritation as Hecate looks down at you, placing her hands on your shoulders.
Hecate: Well, look at you. You're shaping up to be an amazing sorcerer. And these clothes are in the look.
She points out your robes that you had on for the training the past week. You pull your face mask down to better speak with her.
Y/N: Did you put this much time into Serena?
Hecate: No. Serena can not learn the dark arts like you. While she is my child, your body and soul were held in darkness before you were born. The void is your home, so dark magic comes more naturally to you. Especially blood with your abnormalities.
She refers to your fangs and strange appetite for blood.
Hecate: Seems you and your sisters have that in common.
Y/N: What sisters?
Hecate: The Keres. The many daughters of Nyx that feast on the dead after bloody battles. Drinking in the blood of those slain in violent deaths and gorging on them to feed their violent hunger.
Y/N: I don't feast on the dead.
Hecate: Yes. You feast on the living. Which is more terrifying for mortals.
She slices her palm as she holds it out to you for you to drink.
You lightly take her hand and drink her magical blood. Lapping it up like a thirsty hound. After some time, the two of you return to the camp.
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Call of the Nightingale
FanficMany years ago, the gods ruled over the land and were worshipped by all. But as man grew more advanced, they soon faded into myth, and left the realm of man alone, only watching from behind the seems. But, as we all know, Zeus could not, because as...
