The moans of dying mortals and Fae alike echoed across the fields of Dwa'len, the grass soaked in both crimson and silver blood. It had been a massacre, the bloodiest battle yet between the Wiccans and the Fae and mortals.
A woman, tall and fair, stood atop a hill, overlooking the corpses, her orange hair like fire. Her eyes, the color of the sunset, were shimmering as a single tear flowed from them, dropping onto the emerald ground. A young Wiccan she was, Marked by the Goddess of Death and cursed to live a life of sorcery.
Akin to the beautiful maidens who had slaughtered these soldiers, she herself did not enjoy killing. Rather, she used her newfound magic for more… clean uses. She would heal her Sisters after a battle, or cast a luck spell, to keep them unharmed.
Behind her, a wounded Fae soldier crept, ready to inflict a quick death. There was a loud grunt, and then the gurgle of blood, and the young Wiccan turned to see her Sister, Aithe, driving her sword through the back of his throat. The Fae warrior's eyes quickly fogged over and he slumped over, dead.
"You need to watch yourself, Sloan," Aithe chided, tossing her long, blonde hair out of her face. "You're quite lucky the Crone requested that I watch over you during the battle." She winked, her blue eyes bright in the sun.
Sloan gave a small nod before turning back to the men and women lying dead.
She guessed she was lucky, having survived close to twenty years before her Marks appeared. If they had never shown, she might have been down there, bleeding out with the other warriors. However, the presence of the Wiccans was not lucky at all: they were created by the Goddess of Death to start wars and claim the souls of men. And that is exactly what had been done.
However, unknown to her, in just a few short months, Sloan would be the last Wiccan alive on the earth for the next 300 years, alone to consider the lives of those she killed, and those she could have saved.
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The Little Dark One
FantasyA girl, raised in the forests of the kingdom of Verain, knows not of the outside world. Her name is Rune, a human child living among the arrogant Fae. Treated as trash, she must survive in her own way. When she wakes up one morning bearing strange m...
