Sadly Allyson didn't get the chance to kill her ex-boyfriend that night. The Huntress of Thoughts sensed distress in her and deemed her unfit to vote until her head was cleared.
Well, shit. Allyson could just kill him now, but it would cause political distress, big punishment and well, she didn't want to disappoint her superiors.
She had driven home frustrated and in such a mood that not even the souls would dare bother her.
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She stumbled in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She took of her gloves that revealed her tattoos. She had earned them by mastering spells by her adoptive mother- who was a magician. Usually a magician only got one or two tattoos. Allyson had six, lining her arm.
That's what you get for being a werewolf-born human.
Allyson needed calm, or at least peace. Magic was the answer. Or fighting.
" You're psychotic," Allyson told herself.
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The next few days were endless since the whole ideal was surreal. Allyson was left to practice and practice.
" DAMN IT!" She screeched, sending a wave of magic that stopped every soul in the district.
Allyson had been perfecting a spell. One of her own creation, she called them "Soul Spells", this one was meant to catch the souls of vampires.
The gift was in one of her tattoos. The Master of Spells ( Specializing in Souls). It was only gifted by the infamous Witch of the Eastern Seas and it was one of her favorites.
The spell had not trapped a vampires soul, but instead found a human soul, trapped it, and tried to merge it with a vampires. It left Allyson struggling to separate the souls and make sure they weren't damaged.
How could Allyson be one of the best magicians in the world, a race by itself that was a super powerful race, a Huntress, and have achieved so much and get played by the guy of her dreams?
How could she be a pawn? She was THE Allyson Stark, the youngest and only human Huntress.
She was Master of Soul Combination, Master of Soul Calling, Master of Soul Transformation, Master of Soul "Stripping" and Master of Soul Control. She was the Soul Huntress. And was used by her boyfriend.
' You have SUCH a big ego,' Allyson thought to herself.
The last year had been like a dream and now she was waking up. She needed to wake up. To vote with a clear head.
Allyson murmured a few words and a soul appeared in front of her. One with a dead body.
" My Master," It said, bowing its misty form in front of her.
" Tell the Huntress of Life and the Huntress of Death that I am ready to vote," Allyson ordered it.
Allyson watched it float away. The council had sentenced it to eternal damnation and Soul Huntress was to carry out its sentence. It had been so long that the soul had lost its form.
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The meeting was going well. The vote was coming up and the vampires were huddled sure they were going to win the vote while the werewolves were tense, ready to spring.
Obviously the Huntress of Thoughts hadn't explained that Allyson's distress was toward the vampires. Sucks to be them.
The Huntress of Thoughts sent her a look from across the field that clearly said, ' Are going to just sit there while your emotions control you? Are you the Soul Huntress or not?'
