The sky suddenly erupted with flames. Arabelle turned her face away from the explosion, the tears on her cheeks evaporating in the inferno. She could feel their tracks sting as she fell to her knees, finding herself unable to cast another spell.
She looked up at the man in front of her, clad in dark robes, and the trees behind him burning. "Boys, I found a pretty one!" the man bellowed.
Arabelle's body convulsed on instinct, she knew what that meant.
She forced the vomit down her throat as she waited for the man to move closer. The second he was within range, Arabelle jumped to her feet and shoved her knife up his chin, into his skull. She took a staggering breath as she removed her blade and let the man fall to the ground.
Standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by an inferno at all sides, Arabelle realized that there was nowhere to run. Her repertoire of ice mage spells weren't enough to keep the flames at bay long enough for her to escape.
Seconds of panic passed before she saw the fire parting up ahead. Hope blossomed in her chest that one of her party members would walk through and rescue her, but then she counted 5 Ninevan insignia and made a decision.
More tears glistened down her cheeks as she held one hand out and yelled; "Spirafis". And as the ice burst out underneath her feet, she plunged the knife into her chest.
Shooting skyward the ice encapsulated Arabelle's body in a sparkling spire.
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FantasyEsca Dohvald and Rinn Loer are best friends, and their respective familial wealth keeps them away from the war that batters on the kingdom. But things change when the Dohvald family spellbook goes missing and Rinn is to blame. Esca's parents disappe...
