Hidden World: The Archmages(Draft)

Chpater 3 (Draft)

ARWEN WAS THROWN TO THE GROUND again by a strong gust of wind that whipped through her and her clothes—her hood was slung off of her head as well.
     An ear piercing horse shriek filled her ears, Arwen had to cover her ears—she looked up to see a large solid black pegasus charging down at her, his front hooves coiled back poised to smash her head in the moment he lands.
    Arwen's heart began pounding rapidly in her chest, she quickly rolled out of the way of giant hooves slamming down on the ground. Arwen came to her feet and whipped around to face the stallion.
   His dark eyes were full of fury as he glared down at her churning the soil with his dangerous hooves.
     He was grumbling and grunting while lashing his tail—it was very clear to Arwen that he was obviously not too fond of humans. 
    But as furious he was, he was also very beautiful—he was solid black with no white blemishes on him whatsoever,
   his wings crowned his shoulders perfectly like a swan’s, he fanned them in and out shedding black feathers on the ground.
  But the stallion would only give Arwen a moment to admire his beauty before he reared up on his hind legs swatting the air with he front hooves showing off his strength.
    He used his wings and thrusts forward at Arwen who nearly leaped out of her skin as she flung herself to the ground to avoid him.
     Arwen scrambled to her feet, the stallion was already charging at her again before she could react—he whacks her with his wing knocking her to the ground again.
    Arwen laid stiff on her back as she looked up to coiling hooves ready to slam down on her.
        Arwen having no choice gripped her hand and raised it shouting a spell—in an instant bright blue sparks fly out of her hand and strike the pegusas’s right wing.
    The stallion shrieked in pain as sparks snap at his feathers.
               While the stallion was stunned Arwen rolled to her feet and took off running hoping that the pegusas wouldn't come after her.

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Arwen found herself slinking against a tree out of breath, 'what was up with at pegasus?’ Sure she was in its territory but she surely wasn't the one who attacked first.
     Arwen’s head snapped up when she hears a twig snap—there gazing at her with curiosity she thought she saw in its dark eyes was the buck from before.
    It came up to her casually, Arwen was shocked by its actions, “you're a mage!” Arwen heard it say.
     Her eyes widened she didn't see his mouth open to speak—perhaps she was was just hearing things?
    But as she just thought that she heard his voice again as it pranced around appearing happy.
    “Oh the Archmages will be so relieved!” His little tail raised high in the air as he happily did circles around Arwen.
          Arwen was too shocked to form words, his fur glistened a goldish color as the sunlight bathed it in its light.
    The buck halted in front of her his nose inches away from her face, “who are you, young lady?” He asks in a pleasant tone.
   Arwen however didn't answer him, she grabbed her hood and pulls it back over her messy black hair.
        The buck seemed to tilt his head confused, she was leery of him. Why would a creature like him be so fond of seeing a mage like her? The memory of what she did to the people who had captured her flashed in the back of her mind.
       Arwen slunk down to the ground, not only did she feel bad for killing those men—but she now also felt bad for zapping the Pegasus that attacked her.
      The buck seemed to sigh, “alright let me go first…”  he said raising his fine curved antlers,
     “My name is Aurelian” he suddenly began to grow a bright gold color.
    Arwen was shocked when the buck shaped into a human. He was wrapped is a silky golden robe with a deer on it—its antlers hand many animals etched into them.
    Arwen shot to her feet defensively, lightning sparked in her hands threateningly.
    “Whoaw whoaw! I mean you no harm!” The man said holding his hands up.
    He looked to be no more than in his twenties, long blonde braided hair draped over his shoulders.
     Arwen reluctantly lowered her guard, “what do you want?” Arwen demanded.
    Aurelian was silent for a moment before he spoke.
      “I…I am looking for mages…I’ve been in Mirri for what feels like ages and yet I haven't come across a single mage…at least not one as strong as you that is…” he said seeming sad.
     Arwen was a bit taken back by his answer, what did he mean by looking for mages? And why?
         “Tell me—where did you come from? Are there other mages near here?” Aurelian asks.
     Arwen dreaded the memory of the soldiers attacking her village—the memory of it nearly made her sick.
       “I doubt it…my …village was attack about a day ago by soldiers…most of the others were slaughtered” she told him in a quiet tone.
     Aurelian’s eyes widened “what? Why are the kingdoms attacking mages?” He clenched his fists anger rose in his emotions.
     “The Kingdoms despise our magic…you’re some kind of mage…obviously don't you know this?” Arwen questions.
     Aurelian shook his head, “no I did not…the others need to know about this…” he sighed heavily and came closer to Arwen offering a hand to her.
      “You must come with me and speak of the conflict the Kingdoms are causing with the mages” he says in a serious tone.
     Arwen backed away from him, “what? No! I'm not going anywhere with you!” Arwen snapped at him.
     Aurelian seemed greatly bothered by her protest, “you don't have a choice child! Lives are at stake here!” He said raising his voice at her.
      Arwen became angry at him—the elegant peaceful deer seemed to be just a mere descise for him.
    Arwen gripped her hands, “I said no!” She yelled as she shot bright blue bolts at Aurelian—she makes a direct hit with the in the chest sending Aurelian flying to the ground.
     Arwen turned and ran deeper into the woods—she couldn't believe that she was first having to run away from a pegasus to now a deer changing man.
    

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