Freja¹ sprinted down the alleyway as fast as her legs could carry her, trying to run and pay attention to the telepathic communication she was having with her brother.
'Freja, you've got to get back here,' Lukas² thought to her frantically, even in his usual emotionless voice. 'It's not safe for you out there, either.'
'I understand,' she thought back. 'Where are you guys?'
'We're at Emil's³ house.' She inwardly groaned as she turned a sharp corner, jumping over a fallen pile of bricks. Emil's place was still another mile away!
'I'm on my way.' Freja ended the communication, risking a glance behind her. The person chasing her was nowhere to be seen.
"I hope that means that the distraction worked!" She sighed, though, as a bullet whizzed past her ear. Her assailant ran after her, and she knew that he would catch up soon if she didn't do something.
She shot a fireball aimlessly behind her, further draining her already low magic reserves. A string of curse words could be heard, and as she barely slowed to turn a corner, she was tackled to the ground from behind.
As Freja turned over so she could look at her attacker directly, he pinned her arms above her head and smirked.
"Hello, my dear."
Freja growled, mentally smirking after noting that part of his arm was burned.
The tall boy sitting on her stomach clicked his tongue. "You must be exhausted," he cooed. "Oh well."
She turned her face away as he kept talking.
"I'm technically supposed to kill you, because they've had about enough of you; I don't think I will, though." He smiled, remniscently of an insane person. "You're much more fun alive and squirming!"
She closed her eyes and thought of a way to get away. Strength was a no go; for someone so young, he was incredibly strong. He wasn't gullible, either. Her eyes shot open as she remembered a spell that Lukas had been teaching her before this whole thing started. She had been warned not to use it without experience, but this was an emergency!
She faced the boy and glared at him, pretending to be listening to whatever he was saying, while actually chanting a spell in her head.
'I hope this works...' She thought, just as his hand came down onto her cheek. The sting was almost enough to make her lose focus, but she kept it until the spell was completed. The magic flowing through her gave her a high, blue eyes glowing with electricity.
"I hope you go die in a hole," Freja spat, feeling herself disappear. "Because you're no brother of mine, Stefan⁴! To Emil's house!"
She felt the last of her magic leave her, and was sent tumbling head over heels into darkness.
1- Freja Sørensen, or Faroe Islands
2- Lukas Bondevik, or Norway
3- Emil Steilsson, or Iceland
4- Stefan Väinämöinen, or Åland Islands