The world is not what you think. Love isn't what it seems to be. Life is a cycle of magic. And Scarlet is the girl who has that magic. Once they called her a halfling, an aberration that shouldn't have existed but now others say she's special.
In a...
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A figure hid behind the shadows of the treeline. The wind swatted at the curls falling down to his shoulders. The air carried the raw scent of fresh blood and death.
He hoped he wasn't too late.
He hadn't known why the Oracle had sent him here up till a few minutes ago but now, seeing what laid before his sight, he understood her urgency. What he couldn't figure out still was why those people were so important.
"Look for the moon-kissed girl," the woman had told him, then added, "Bring back everyone you can. Bring them all if you can."
Bodies laid scattered on the forest floor. Void shells that had housed life inside not so long ago. There were so many of them he couldn't find a spot on the earth that wasn't saturated with blood or supporting the heavy weight of the fallen.
This had been a furious battle. A battle to the death.
The first signs of the new day were glimpsing through the heavy clouds that hung in the sky. Slowly, the clouds were dispersing from sight to give way to the Sun that was a merciless master of the world. Nothing could stop him when he decided it was time to show his golden face.
The man walked to the middle of the clearing, wrinkling his nose in disgust as his eyes fell on the mutilated bodies. He had a hard time imagining all that had happened here. He didn't feel inclined to imagine such horror at all, but then again, considering his line of work, it was something he usually found himself unable to prevent.
Looking from person to person, skin that had held a healthy glow was now nothing but deadly pale, he stopped in front of a girl with a face that was paler than the others. Her skin looked translucent when it should have been ghostly gray like the others'. There was something about her that gave him a pause, something that, even in death, drew him in towards her.
It was a feeling he had never experienced. A pull he didn't recognize as anything even remotely familiar.
Right then and there he knew. This was the one the Oracle had spoken about. The moon-kissed girl.
She was a beautiful young woman. So small, almost like a child, the fact that she was a grown-up woman was unmistakable in her well-defined curves even if her face was too innocent and misguiding.
Maybe when this was over he could try his luck with her. It was a well-known fact amongst his people that he enjoyed female company more than the average male and he was looking forward to the opportunity to conquer and explore this new-found pull towards this woman.
Letting out a shaky breath, he adjusted himself in his pants, aggravation beating against his chest that he would think in such way about the dead.
He kneeled down next to the girl and placed his hands on her forehead. Glancing briefly at the gaping hole in the middle of her chest, he closed his eyes, shooed away the thoughts of what he would do to her later and instead concentrated on what he had to do to her right here and now.
