Chapter Two
The dark streets blurred past us as I was led
Panting slightly with exertion, I finally stopped at a darkened, deserted alley. Releasing my hold on the man I was holding, I leaned against a darkened stone wall to catch my breath. I sighed in relief, glad that I made it out in time. Who knew what they might have done to me if they got their hands on me… I shuddered at the thought. A deep hoarse voice rang out, startling me out of my reverie. Snapping to attention, I realized it was the guy I saved. I peered at him, seeing him up close for the first time. Despite the blood splattered across his face and clothes, I could already make out his ruggedly handsome features. He cannot be much older than I, at most twenty years of age. His intelligent green eyes were surveying me keenly and I cannot help but squirm beneath his scrutiny. Finally, he spoke:
“Why did you save me?”
I bit my lip, not quite knowing how to answer his straightforward question. “My annoying sense of self-righteousness spurred me, I guess…” I replied quietly, after a few seconds of thought. And I know how it feels like to suffer from injustice, I added silently.
Seeming to be satisfied with my more-than-vague answer, he nodded absently. His eyes darkened as he brooded, deep into thought.
“Erm...” I prodded him.
“Who was the guy you were dueling with? Didn’t you knew he was using magic?” my question burst out of my mouth, my curiosity unable to keep me impatience at bay any longer.
Shaking his head slightly, he looked up, his emerald eyes clearing instantly.
“We had a slight disagreement. And non-magic can never sense magic.” He shrugged, apparently unbothered by his close brush with death.
I simply stared at him with disbelief. A slight disagreement? It seems pretty foolish to me that he would be willing to risk his life over something so trivial. He seems to be hiding something, I decided finally but chose not to push him further. It was no concern of mine at the moment.
“Well, it’s late and I should get going now.” I decided abruptly, having no wish to further associate myself with this suspicious person. I am in much trouble as it is.
Turning around, I was about I make my leave when his voice stopped me.
“Wait! What’s your name? I’m Adonis.” He called after me. After a moment’s pause, I replied.
“Ephyra.”
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Isis- Ephyra's Choice
Teen FictionIn the post Dark War era, Ephyra (daughter of the infamous Taria) has been held by the possibly hostile High Council for two long years. In the centre of the political turmoil and power struggle, she stumbles upon a intriciate and twisted plot that...