Elliza

Chapter 1| The Witch

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Elliza
(3rd Person POV)
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A week later, the Kingdom of Seaha was still a buzz with whisps looking for the girl with white hair.

However Elliza had no intention of being caught and dragged to the gallows by those vile creatures.

A whisp's magic could identify itself in one of three ways. A whisp could either use a binding magic, a defensive magic, or an attack magic.

Binding magic allowed contracts made between two people thoroughly binding, if one person did not withhold the contract terms then a whisp magic comes into effect to bind them to the agreement in ways most found un-delightful

This magic could be used forcefully as well, by binding a slave to their master.

Defensive magic was not so extraordinary and quite easily broken with vea ore.

Attack magic, Elliza had liked the most of the three. Attack magic allowed a whisp to use pockets formed in this world to store and remove weapons. It was a type of magic perfect for war save the time it took to reach withing those pockets.

It was why whisps made up the guards of this kingdom and why they enforced the laws.

While vea ore was only effective against defensive type whisps, Attack type whisps and binding type whisps were rather human like.

They were easy to kill.

Humans were rather low in the social standing of Seaha, most were used as slaves, while others were labourers.

Shifters rarely came to this kingdom, they traveled within the forests with their tribes. They were rather skilled hunters and often times did not need to mingle in one place for very long.
They were often hunted to be used as slaves by fae nobility but most were to nimble to be caught.

Witches had high standing within the social system that governed the land, uses as healers many noble households used their services and paid handsomely for it. And yet most witches lived country side, where they could steal the souls of bandits and other Rif raf to keep their immortal beauty.

Wicked, fickle beings they are.

The Fae were often nobility or merchants, and lives in the more wealthy paths of the city. Where the guards often prowled about.

Faeries were by far Elliza's favourite little beings. They were small in size yet if you crossed one you'd better pray to Theios the wrathful god to parden you from their wicked little curse.

Or so Elliza had been told many times. Elliza however knew the tiny fiends to be hoarders of gold.

They were quite stingy with their gold too.

It was truly a kingdom of diversity, however one that did nothing for equality.

The powerful damned the weak and took joy from doing so.

Elliza Arowen knew this better than most.

She smiled down at the fools running around, sketch in hand of her masked face asking about. However they would get nothing.