A solo Mage

Chapter 1

Lightning strikes the night sky as the rain falls like bullets to the ground, the sounds of metal clashing is all that can be heard as well as the thumping of your heart in your ears. Adrenaline courses through your veins like venom. This is it this is why you became an assassin in the first place, to feel alive. The wind lashes against your back and you can feel your own warm blood slowly start to drip down your back and soak your nighty. It must be your opponents magic, wind magic, well at least you know what your up against. You use your grappling hook to hook a tree branch in the enchanted forest. The only thing you can see is red, this man not only attacked your home, well more like a camp but anyway, and started to attack you.

The air is gliding across your face as you jump from branch to branch all while you start to pull out 4 Ruby's that would put the stars to shame from your pouch. The gems glisten in your hands and you can feel the power your putting in to them radiate through them. They start to emit a all to familiar red glow it's dim but still enough to be noticed by your opponent.

Out of nowhere he sends 7 curved blades of condensed air slicing through the air towards you. A small little smile starts to creep across your face like a snake just before it's about to go in for the kill, you leap straight up in to the sky as the curved blades of condensed air tare through the trees as if there nothing more then silk.

"Heart seeker" you all but whispers as the sinister smile spreads across her face like a pandemic paralysing her foe, with a flick of her wrist the gems shoot out and curve towards him leaving a bright neon red line from your hand, the first gem strikes him and upon contact explodes dealing huge amounts of damage to him as well as knocking him on his ass from the force. All the gem strike him in the chest each exactly where his heart would be.

After a while he does not start to get up so as you gracefully land on the ground your slowly make your way over to him your feet digging in to the mud as you walk upon it, reaching your leg behind you, you unleash a devastatingly powerful kick to his side and he groans.

Well at least you know he's not dead, not that it matters he's going to be dead  by dawn. Now how bad is that cut on my back you wonder as you look in the small mirror, your nighty is ruined which puts a dampener on your night due to it being the expensive one your got quiet recently.

It was made of silk coloured a dark purple with black lace on the top and bottom and the straps the lay comfy on your shoulders although now it has more of a red look to it due to your blood. You reach into your pouch which is connected to the nighty and pull out a emerald greener then the grass and pour your magic power through your hands in to the emerald and you feel the healing aura radiate off it after about twenty minutes your back is healed and no scar was lift leaving your pale skin still smooth and undisturbed. You can feel your light blond hair sit comfortably and freely on your back through the tare in your nighty.

Now your attention is brought to the intruder. He is actually very sexy with the body of a god, washboard abs and a jawline that could cut someone it's that sharp. You decided to grab the rope you keep in your bag and tie him up so that he his hanging upside down. Time for answers your mind tells you as you slap him across his cheek.

"Who are you?" You ask politely with a fake smile fluttering on your face. He gives you a dirty look and spits at you which lands just above your eyebrow and slowly starts to drip down, you close your eyes so his spit does not get in your eyes as you wipe it off. On the outside you are calm still smiling but inside your done with him.

You open your eyes and grab the dagger from behind you that you have strapped to your lower back and slit his throat without hesitation, as he is bleeding out and choking on his own blood your grab a napkin from your takeaway you had for dinner and wipe the blood off the dagger. The blade of the dagger is only 15cm long with a wooden handle bound in leather to help grip and sheaf it back on your lower back.

By now you can't hear him choking on his own blood so your start to pack up your bedroll and small backpack getting out a map and walking to the nearest village leaving your work of art behind you as if it never happened.

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I hope you like it please no hate and please be constructive with ur feed back this is my first proper book and is will have mature scenes in it later.