Hidden World: The Archmages(Draft)

Chapter 1 (Draft)

  THE CARRIAGE bounced against the rocks in the ground, rain pattered down on Arwen and her ragged clothes.
         She kept her head down, some of her black tangled hair slipped out of her dark almost black navy blue hood.
      Arwen was awaiting for the perfect moment to escape from the wretched men who’ve not only managed to capture her but also kill her mentor and friend.
           She clutched her bound hands to keep her composure. Thunder rumbled in the grey gloomy clouds, the two horses that we're pulling the carriage tossed their heads in the air not liking the storm they had to be in.
     “Hey, hey easy there—no need to be afraid” the driver tried to sooth the equines.
   “Talkin to them beasts aren't going to do ya any good—not unless you give em the whip” one of the men guarding Arwen said in a smug tone.
     The driver shook his head, “why would I use a whip on these already frightened steeds? Direct force would be reckless and dangerous”.
        The guard merely chuckled but said nothing more.

         Time seemed to pass the only sounds where the sloshing of the horses’ hooves and the rain growing heavier. Arwen could feel the cold heat within the air there was energy forming within the grey clouds.
      'If you want the most out of nature—you have to let nature make it, itself’  she recalled her mentor saying once before.
     Arwen glanced at the men who were sitting on either side to her oblivious to her abilities.
      Her time for escaping was coming—she just had to wait just a little bit longer for nature to pair up just right with her.
     One of the men nudged her, “you haven't said a word since we've captured ya. What's the matter? You scared of what will happen when the King discovers we're bringing him back a filthy mage?” The guard taunted.
   Arwen tensed at his words and the uncomfortable fact that he made physical contact with her.
            She remained silent however trying to keep her focus on the gathering energy, thunder continued to rumble in the clouds. 
     Arwen was however shattered completely from her innerfocus as the guard suddenly yanks her hood down—revealing her long black hair.
           “Hey! I'm talking to you!” He yelled, frightening Arwen. She glared up at him, his shiny armor was slick and shiny from the rain.
     She clenched her fists tighter “I'm not afraid of anybody!” were the first words she uttered from her lips in defiance.
           The other guard seemed to tense as Arwen’s hands sparked with blue sparks of energy. She could feel the cold and hot energy mixing inside of her with the energy of nature.
       Arwen felt herself raising up unwillingly as her eyes began to grow bright blue, the guards unsheath their swords in a swift maneuver.
      The memory of the guards invading her home and killing her mentor with a swift jab of the sharp edge of their sword to his gut darkener her mind. 
      She felt tears fill her eyes, “I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH YOUR MURDER!” Arwen screamed at the top of her lungs.
       Thunder boomed loudly in the sky at that moment—a brilliant flash of bright blue lightning came streaking down crashing down on the carriage and the men in it.
    The carriage exploded into pieces horrid screams came from the men and the horses as they were sent flying across the sky.
    Arwen immediately felt the energy drain from her body and unconsciousness came over her in a black rush.

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“Arwen wake up…Arwen?” Arwen became agitated that Creus wouldn't leave her alone.
      She pulled her blanket over her head in an attempt to make him go away. A few minutes passed before she began giggling at tickling fingers found her weak points through the blanket.
     “If you won't get up—then I'll have to make you!” She heard Creus say in an over dramatic tone.
     Arwen tried to wiggle away from him under the blanket but there was no escaping him—before Arwen knew it the blanket she now held loosely was yanked out of her hands revealing an older man smirking knowing he's gotten the better of Arwen.
     But a sudden flash of her dreaded memories of before she came to be in Creus’s care darkened her mind. She was once a prisoner in her old village for being a mage.
      She was tormented in her cell by those that despised her, Creus shaped into one of them as he reached out to Arwen with his hand. Arwen’s fear shot through her, “GET AWAY!” She yelled as a bright blue bolt of lightning shot out of her hand.
      The man was slung back against the wall, Arwen soon realized though that her mind was merely playing tricks on her again. Creus laid against the wall smoking he seemed dazed, Arwen immediately felt bad for attacking her mentor when she shouldn't.
  Arwen slipped off of her bed and hid under it in shame,
       “Arwen, it's ok I'm not mad” Creus says poking his head up under the bed.
        Arwen finally came out from under the bed and hugged Creus, “I'm sorry…” she says quietly.
       Creus responded with a warm hug back.

(Hi!!! I know it's been a super long time since I've done anything on here but I thought I might try something new, I'm not sure where I'll be going with this story yet but I hope you guys enjoy it ❤️ also keep in mind that these are all just drafts for now so forgive me for any mistakes you might see XD

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