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Fantasy World 4

"You only have six months left before your adult ceremony, Belaire."

The elder, the village healer and the head warrior were all present, solemn expressions on their faces. "You have to make a decision about your future partner."

They had called me into the gathering hut, the largest structure at the village center. In an obvious attempt to instill on me the seriousness of the conversation, the older elves were seated on carved wooden thrones on an elevated platform, while I was made to stand below. If I was really a naïve teenager, it might have made me feel nervous. The priestess, with her quiet personality, might have nodded and gone along with what they said.

But unfortunately for them, my soul was in charge, and I wasn't impressed.

I was also tired of the years of their manipulations, their overconfidence that they could force me onto the path they dictated. I had put up with it for so long while I was still attending lessons, while they were still useful, but now...

I met their stares head on, waving a hand. A seat made out of light magic formed, lifting me up to the just a slightly higher height compared to the other elves. I leaned against the arm of the magic formed throne and crossed my legs casually, smiling at them as their faces turned an interesting shade of purple.

All right, this might have been a little bit overdramatic, but it is so worth it. Man, I really want to villain-laugh right now.

"I'm well aware of when my adult ceremony is, dear elders." My smile turned cold. "What I don't understand is why you think it's any of your damn business who I choose as a partner, or whether I choose one at all."

"BLASPHEMY!" The healer shouted, her eyes filled with anger. "You are our priestess, it is your duty to make a life oath and protect our forest with the combined magic."

"Oh shush."

"You must marry K'llean! He is the strongest warrior in the village..."

"Only because you haven't seen me fight."

"And he has the strongest magic after you. He is the best candidate." The healer's arrogant stance irritated me, and I waved a hand, a shield of light magic covering her mouth, leaving only the muffled sounds of screams of rage.

"I said hush."

Sighing, I sat back in my chair, forming a ball of magic and throwing it up and down. Seeing me control three separate forms of light magic simultaneously, the elves turned pale with shock. I ignored them, continuing to speak.

"I've already told you idiots multiple times: K'llean's fate is tied to a human sorceress, a Chosen One from the prophecies. They will fall in love and side by side save the world, not just this one forest. To force me to marry him is to force me to death." I paused, chuckling. "Not that you weaklings could force me to do anything I didn't want to."

"Belaire..." The elder's voice had a tone of warning to it. I silenced him with magic too, and the warrior for good measure.

"Nope. Push me too hard and I'll abandon all of you and the forest with you. And as the Dark Lord and his army feed on the corpses of your loved ones and your children I hope you remember one little thing:" I leaned forward, catching the ball of light in my hand and crushing it into nothingness. "I. Told. You. So."

"..." The three stared at me with terror in their eyes, unable to speak with my magic covering their mouths.

"Do you have anything else you'd like to complain about?"

"..."

"I'll take your silence as agreement." I was about to dispel my magic, but before I could...