"I left something on the other side of town. So if you could just let us through and we'll be on our way," I explained trying to keep my voice steady. Ignis had his ears pinned back.
"What bring you to these parts? Don't see a lot a' witches in Vestill..." The man was large and his breath smelled of the streets. He was peering down at me with a sly smile.
"I'll just be on my way then,"I squeaked quickly, turning to leave.
I was met with another large man. I hadn't even heard him approach.
"I know a fella who would pay quite a price for that ferret," commented the second man, smirking.
"He's a stoat," I corrected, "And if you don't let me pass I'll... I'll have to use my magic!"
The first man snickered, "You don't seem too sure about that. And though your weasel is quite valuable, the real money is in something else."
"And what is that?" I demanded.
"You."
They both stepped closer, closing me in. They each grabbed my arm and started to drag me the way I'd come.
"Hey! Let me GO!" My screams were met with a solid hit in the stomach. The breath was knocked out of me, my strength depleting. I tried as hard as I could to muster up some magic, but I couldn't focus. Ignis hissed at them and opened his mouth to prepare to shoot fire at them, but the first man grabbed him and threw him into a sack. It must have been enchanted, for it wouldn't catch fire although I could see flares from the inside where Ignis was panicking.
"Ignis!" I screamed. My heart was about to burst out my chest. My stomach was heavy. Frantic tears were escaping my eyes. "Let him go!" I screamed.
"Let him GO!" I yelled this with all my strength. No sooner than I did, a blinding flash lit up the alley. A large crack reverberated through the streets.
The men were on the ground. One was unconscious, the other staggering to his feet.
All my energy was gone. I collapsed to the ground, confused and exhausted. The conscious man was striding towards me, anger flaring in his eyes.
Feeling defeated, I didn't run. But right before I closed my eyes, a bright green stream of light hit him and he fell to the ground.
I heard footsteps...
Then everything was blank.
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Sorceress
FantasyIn the kingdom of Ashlan, witches and warlocks were once shunned, feared, and burned. Now, they are accepted as common citizens, and as tradition goes, once they turn sixteen a witch or warlock must embark on a journey to find a mentor and train in...
