Manon strode up to the cowering man, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Locking her strong hand underneath the man's skull, she lifted him up. "You" she hissed, her iron teeth glinting in the sun. "Are a very unfortunate little thing." She muttered, and tore his throat apart with her teeth. The man collapsed to the ground, his body a mess of blood and entrails.
She turned to find the Thirteen watching her silently. Walking quickly, she reached for her cloak and set off to her tower. Climbing the stone stairs, Manon pushed open the door. Something was wrong. Elide's scent was stale, old. The witchling girl was not here. A rush of panic seized Manon. Where was she?
Suddenly, she caught scent of something, someone and it was familiar, but not at all welcoming. Manon hissed and flayed her hand into the nearest solid object, her iron nails striking against the wooden table, leaving a deep slash in the corner. She hissed and crept to the room where she knew that the person she least wanted to see with her head still attached to her shoulders, was waiting for her. Her grandmother.
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Blackbeak
FanfictionA story about Manon and The Thirteen. Manon and her thirteen are trying to find out where Elide is, they also seek out the Witch Killer, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Will they find the Witchling? Or will Alien help? {possible Manon x Asterin, or Mano...
