Affinity: Magic and Arrows
By: Quills (and Muses)
An Arrow Fanfiction
Synopsis: Canon till Season 4 Haunted. AU afterwards. May include spoilers for previous seasons. Olicity Pairing. Thea and Roy. OC. The fight with Damien Darhk and H.I.V.E. does not seem to be an easy win for Oliver and his team, until an assassin personally trained by Ra's Al Ghul came around in Star(ling) City to help. (Constantine's appearances TBC) [Rated M for violence]
Disclaimer: I hereby declare that I do not own Arrow, it is owned by the CW, and if any one accuses blindly, I will not hesitate to send the whole League of Assassins after you. (Haha just kidding people...or not.) I am only playing around with the world they've created, though, I own the plot and any OCs I throw in.
A/N: This is my first time writing Arrow fanfiction, and I admit, it's sure harder than Harry Potter fanfiction. I'm having trouble translating the images to words, but that's my problem, you readers just have to sit back and relax while I struggle completing the chapter. Just joking! But, yes, it is really harder and I can't make any promises completing this story. Below is the Pilot chapter, let's see how the responses go and I'll decide whether to continue. Enjoy.
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Pilot
Star (ling)'s City vigilante jumped off a rooftop and landed on another, on his way back to the Foundry.
"Oliver?" Felicity Smoak's voice was heard through the comm.
"Almost," Oliver Queen answered back and ran swiftly towards the direction of the Foundry.
The sky was dark and the moon shone, shadows were seen at every corner and inch. As Oliver closed into the Mayor's office, a figure appeared 4 metres in front of him.
Oliver stopped abruptly and was surprised that he did not detect the figure's presence; normally his instincts were accurate.
He swiftly notched an arrow in his bow, aimed precisely at the figure, ready for any sudden movement.
"Hello, Al Sa-Him, or should I say," the figure stepped closer and moonlight lit her face. "Oliver Queen."
She had a light smile on her face and she donned armor eerily familiar. League armor, Oliver realized. He had more than one reason to release his arrow now.
Before he was about to let it fly, something stopped him. The woman strikes a resemblance to someone he had seen before or knew of, but he just could not pin point who she looked like.
The woman tipped her head in replacement of a bow, "I am Al Sahira, or you can call me the Sorceress."
"What business do you have in my city?" Oliver growled with his voice under the modulator. He could not have any more League assassins in his city, not after the previous bloodshed.
"I do not intend any harm on any person in your city, unless you call the one I'm looking for," she answered calmly, "a person."
"Who are you looking for?"
She lifted a corner of her mouth up a little and in a smirk she answered.
"Damien Darhk."
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Oliver did not like being left with no choice, or almost with no choice by someone whom he just met for not more that five minutes, wearing League armor and knowing his secret. He itched to just leave her and scare her away from his city, but he knew he could not risk kicking someone who knows his identity out and being on bad terms. He had a feeling that the woman was not one to be messed with, too.
He entered the lair and placed his bow and quiver back to their place and Felicity swiveled around on her chair and smiled warmly at him.
"Any trouble?"
"Yes," Oliver answered, pulling his hood down. Felicity immediately scanned his body for any holes, or bleeding or any sign of injury on her beloved. She found none and was about to ask what trouble her met when he waved his hand.
Al Sahira stepped out of the shadows, weapons shafted back, and spoke clearly with a slight British accent, "Hello, Felicity. I am Al Sahira."
"Okay. So. Another League assassin? I've had enough to last me a lifetime," Felicity said and directed her speech to the Enchantress. "Not that I'm saying you are annoying or anything, I'd gladly welcome a League assassin into our secret lair, okay no, technically I wouldn't let any assassin into the lair but yes you're welcome please tell me you are not here to assassinate any one of us, though even if you are, I can't do anything about it. Maybe I can make the world know of your past and dig up any dirt on you if you kill any of us but maybe I can't when I do not even know your real name. Though I can get your real name if you touch something but I'm sure you have gloves on and aren't that stupid to touch anything here and-"
"Fe-li-ci-ty," Oliver cut in.
"I'm sorry but," Felicity stopped her rambling and asked," Who are you and why are you here, exactly?"
"Al Sahira, or the Sorceress. I'm here to strike you a deal, or you can say," the woman paused," an offering."
Oliver listened attentively at this, while Felicity pressed a button on her phone and started recording every word the woman said.
"Years ago, I cannot recall how long, I offered myself to Ra's Al Ghul. He accepted me into his League and I was modelled to fight a certain someone that had been fighting for the Heir's position," Al Sahira let loose her brown hair and continued her story.
"Damien Darhk. As you know, he is deep in the mystical forces, not just pure meddling, but fully deep in it. He is almost on the way to being mystical. From what you heard, Al Sa-Him, he was and is a dangerous and cunning man, Ra's had sent dozens of assassins to Darhk and not one of them came back alive; not a dent was made in Darhk."
"Before you were supposed to poison your beloved city, Ra's intended to use me as backup, if you were to fail your assignment or that Darhk managed to escape alive. And not out of my expectations, you did, and Ra's fell. Darhk got away long before your plane crash landed. The motion and mission of me going after Darhk did not get processed, and I have made the decision to continue Ra's hope of hunting Darhk down," she ended her vague story, only giving necessary bits of information.
"Wait. No offense, but how is a League assassin able to stop Darhk even if Ra's personally trained you for years when dozens of assassins fell before Damien Darhk?" Felicity asked.
"Excellent question, Felicity. I have the power to take down Darhk, or Ra's believed that I have it. The only way to beat fire is with fire when no other choices work," Al Sahira answered.
Hearing this, Oliver knew. He rapidly grabbed a dart and threw it at her.
Al Sahira waved her hand just as quickly and the dart fell on the floor.
"Holy fudge," Felicity swore out in realisation.
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Al Sahida came out of the bathroom, dressed casually in some of Felicity's clothes, folded her armor and placed it on the medical table.
"Ah, the pleasures of civilians' clothes wear. Thank you, Felicity," she said.
"No problem," Felicity returned.
"I'm sure you need to discuss my offer with your Team? Mr. Diggle, Laurel Lance and Thea Queen Merlyn?" Al Sahida asked Oliver.
He was polishing his arrows and stopped for a second, noticing the change in Thea's name.
"Yes, and they'll be down shortly," he answered, returning back to polishing.
Ding! The elevator doors opened and the rest of the Team filtered into the lair, all frozen in their tracks when they noticed a stranger beside the medical table with weapons on it.
Diggle reached for his Glock at his waist belt and switched off the safety switch, careful and on his toes.
Just then when Al Sahida was about to introduce herself, another figure stepped under the light and light disbelief shone in her eyes.
"Ta-er al-Sahfer?" Al Sahida breathed her name and a small smile lit up her face.
Sara Lance stood rigid; no signs of recognition on her face and frowned, "How do you know my League name?"
Al Sahida ignored that question and walked a few steps forward and pulled her into an embrace. She quickly let go and stepped two steps back, like the fact that there were others in the room, watching them.
"I'll be sure to tell Nyssa that you are back to your own self, Sara," Al Sahida said.
Sara, hearing Nyssa's name, asked," You are from the League? Who are you? Did Nyssa send you here?"
"Did death make you forget me, Sara? I am Al Sahida. No, Nyssa did not send me here, neither did Ra's Al Ghul." Al Sahida answered and the others knew she meant Malcolm Merlyn.
Sara's face broke into a wide and warm smile, and she quickly embraced Al Sahida again. "Calla!" Sara did not need to speak much; her expression spoke a thousand words. Tears threatened to fall as she was so pleased that her only other friend excluding Nyssa in the League was alive and well after so long of not hearing from her.
"Now, now, there is absolutely no need to cry, Sara. I'm back and alive, am I not?" Al Sahida patted her back.
When they broke apart, Laurel asked, "Can anyone of you explain? I'm clearly missing something."
"Laurel, meet Calla. She's the only friend I had when I was in the League, excluding Nyssa. Before I got to Starling City after news of the earthquake, Calla suddenly disappeared. I've never seen her since," Sara explained.
"Dinah Laurel Lance? Sister of Ta-er al-Sahfer, its my pleasure to finally meet you," Al Sahida said.
Laurel did not know how to reply, thus she gave a smile and nodded with a silent thanks.
"Now, with that over, Al Sahida, meet John Diggle and Thea Queen," Oliver introduced. "Digg, Thea, meet Al Sahida, or the Sorceress. Or Calla?"
"Do you mind?" Oliver asked Al Sahida and she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, not trying to offend you, but why are you here?" Thea asked.
"I have offered Al Sa-Him my help in defeating Damien Darhk, as I was personally trained by the previous Ra's. But, death was unluckily bestowed upon Ra's, and my mission of defeating Darhk was not known by any soul. I have decided to continue what Ra's wanted me to fulfill, to kill Damien Darhk. Knowing that Al Sa-him-" Al Sahira was cut off by Oliver. "I do not go by Al Sa-Him anymore, Al Sahira. It's Oliver."
"I'm sorry, it is just a habit of mine, Oliver it is, but only if you call me Calla." Al Sahira apologised. "Of course," Oliver answered.
"As I was saying, knowing that Oliver and his team is working on bringing him down, I'm sure that with all of your help, it'll be easier," Al Sahira continued. "Oliver has not yet agreed or declined my help, I reckon he has to discuss it with you."
Thea and the others glanced at Oliver.
"She has the ability to defeat Darhk, as fire beats fire," Oliver explained.
"Calla?"
"Bring it on, Oliver," Calla smirked.
Oliver nodded and grabbed his quiver and bow, shooting five arrows simultaneously at her while she extended her palm out, closed her fingers and made a fist. The five arrows froze midway and shattered into a thousand pieces.
Everyone's eyes were wide and she said, "My apologies, Oliver. The arrows were finely made."
Oliver shrugged and answered, "Does it seem like I believe you can shatter arrows but can't mend them back?"
At this, Calla cocked an eyebrow and said, "Very well, you are not one easy to fool." She made a circular motion with her palm faced down and the shattered pieces mended back together. With the turning of her palm to face the ceiling, the arrows rose and landed on her palm, brand new and as sharp as before.
Thea could not contain herself and burst out what everyone was thinking.
"What the hell?"
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A/N: Well, so how was it? I hope its worthy to continue. I apologise for any grammatical mistakes and such, I'm human after all. Thanks to my betas, sadly they don't have a ffnet account. Please leave reviews on whether I should continue this piece of work or not! Thank you for reading.