A dark blade slashed wildly through the fields of wheat. A demoness chased after her target with ferocity. A young couple. Annebeth’s lungs heaved as she held her child close to her chest.
Keep running.
She repeated the phrase in her mind. She paced quickly, tracing her husband’s steps.
“Come, darling! We’re nearly to the border.” Jamison called back to her.
Her chest heaved heavier and heavier as her energy began to sink.
“Jamie! I can’t go on!” she wept. Annebeth handed the child to her beloved. “Take her. I’ll fight the High General off.” she grasped his shoulders, tears welling in her eyes.
“I’ll keep her safe until Sirasai can take her.” Jamison promised. He left a single kiss on her head, he disappeared after she took his sword from his scabbard.
She held the longsword shakingly. Her mind raced as the wheat was cleaved from its stalks. She parried the enemy’s longsword messingly. An unsettling chuckle came from the demoness.
“Well, Annebeth. Didn’t know you could run so far, so fast while with child. You already have the perfect girl already.” she snickered.
“You can’t have her or this child, Ancartha. You can rip him out of my cold, dead body!” she growled, the sword wobbling in her arms.
Ancartha pierced her sword through Annebeth. “I don’t need him. All I need is your daughter. Give her to me and all will be well.” Ancartha begged, eyeing her pouch.
Annebeth didn’t answer. She belted out a screech. All of her energies poured out of her like a waterfall. Blood pooled in her mouth. Ancartha made the sword retreat from the wound, kicking Annebeth’s limp body over. She wiped the blood off of her blade and continued her search, trailing Jamison’s scent.
Jamison huffed as he crossed into the Elven treeline. The cool forest air cooled his senses and his nerves. He frequently looked down at his daughter , sound asleep in the chaos. The sun sent a fuschia color on the grass, setting it alight with pink flame.
A village entered Jamison’s sight.
“We are almost there, darling.” he ensured. He entered the village in a hurry, causing the locals’ heads to turn. Houses were scattered across the village, yet one sat high above the rest.
A house sat atop a bundle of thick tree trunks near the canopy of the trees. At the bottom of the tree, a glittering and glowing azure portal sat deep in the trunk. He rushed into it, trusting its final destination.
“Sirisai. I’m here.” his voice echoed on the sturdy wood. He could hear a faint, young voice whisper:
Mommy, the man is here.
A luxurious elven woman stood at the top of her curved staircase. “Jamison. Good, you made it.” she waddled down as she braided her golden hair. Her sparkly golden locks contrasted with her dark purple skin. Her eyes were gentle and soft with contentment. Her robe were soft and tiny intricate details trickled down her sleeves. Her robe seemed to be one with her braided hair.
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Angel of Fire
Fantasy✦✦Book One of the Angel of Fire Series✦✦ Angelica was born into turmoil. Turmoil she never knew about. When her older brother leaves home to be with the world, she is silently reminded of it. When an incident happens to her mother, breaking her fami...
