I do not own the original's or the characters ; also my first story I've ever attempted to write lol criticism is very much welcome :)
1012 AD
The element of surprise, not necessarily as surprising to your opponent as the element itself is to you. Catching the surprise of the element by the mere thought of seeing your adversary's expression from the outcome of your surprise, only to catch your own breath away with the act of the element of your own thought. Which is exactly what happened as I stood completely dumfounded at the act in which I, myself committed with the element. The element itself struck my foe's bare chest sending him flying, soring rather through the trees of the forest. At the swing of my arm in defense of my foe's poison soaked sword, the wind responded magnetically to my will. He screamed in agony as his body connected with one of the trees from a distance, pulling me from my state of shock, my action finally connected with my mind, I took off in a sprint toward the river that would lead me anywhere but home.
Home is where those who taunt, scar, and harm the vessel of my being, apparently reside at. As I escaped the scene I heard my attacker sound the horn, one I was well to familiar with when the declaration of war bore. It mattered not if the declaration itself was against one or 40, the horn has declared its reign of war and I was the target of its reign. I'm not particularly sure who my attacker was but if I had to take a guess, he was a Viking. I was unfortunately a target for many people, especially the witches. I was a pure bred of magic, not of species according to the witch claiming my parents were of different magical beings. Beings which I know nothing about, a family I never got the honor to meet. Being raised in a village full of witches, that grew power hungry day after day as I grew into the young lady I am now, a witch crossing though to get ingredients for a sacrificial ritual, had the answer the village of witches needed. To give back to the earth a power that the earth gave to one, so the power becomes everlasting. The witches needed a few ingredients for this ritual, my heart being one of the ingredients. The witch said my death would enrich the lands with everlasting power, giving witches an endless source of power to draw upon anywhere and time. I was frightened at the thought of being slaughtered at only 16 moons. So I ran before the witch and the people of my village had any opportunity to annihilate my existence.
I approached the river bay, and continued to sprint alongside the edges of stones decorating the beautiful water that led to nowhere known to my knowledge. The sun was almost out of sight as I let my bare feet connect with the earth step after step I allowed myself to get lost within my own realm of thoughts once again. Thinking of the itching under my flesh that never had an answer only more questions. How do you even come to comprehend the capacity of your own power when you don't understand where the power comes from at all, where it began and when will it end? Besides the inner quake of knowing there is more to me than just the undeniable power that is becoming harder to hide. I was no witch, but in the same I was indeed one. I need not cast any spell to create peace nor chaos. Magic is just feasible to my existence, since as young as I could remember, my only friends have been the elements of life. The creation in which I felt the most connected to, the elements of creation, from which we bore, to which we fall, I have connected to the essence of life and the magic that was apparent to create it.
I never harmed anyone purposefully, and never once took the essences of someone's existence. .I was afraid of what would happen to me if I had. I made it apparent to never end a life, even at the cost of my own. I was so lost in my domain of thoughts that I didn't realize the darkness that devoured the sky.
I stopped sprinting, for I have always had a strange ability to run without losing air or growing wary. I looked up at the dark midnight vail that cloaked over the lands, the sky filled with mist like clouds covering the nights light known as the moon. I continued to stare at the sky, breathing in the scent of nature, just when I was about to exhale I caught myself unable to release the air filled in my lungs. My eyes wide with fear as the clouds dissipated from the view of the moon, which was completely full and reached its apex.
"No," I breathed out in a small whisper, fear filling my soul, just as I breathed out I heard the howling's of the beast, several beasts. I quickly looked around my surroundings for shelter. I found none, only forest filled trees with the river that led to anywhere but home. Fear started to burn through my bones, as if my days couldn't get any worse, a growl had emerged from behind me. I gulped with fear turning slowly to face the beast, the beast with glowing eyes baring its sharp teeth at me. I felt the air around me swirl into a shield like defense, my fear making itself known as my dark honey blonde hair wisped around me like the snakes on Medusas head.
The beast started towards me, slowly as if playing with its food. I backed up as the beast continued to approach me, only to hear another growl erupt from behind me followed by several more growls. I turned to see that I was completely surrounded possibly two dozen wolves.
"You werewolves take shadowing your prey with such vehemence, it's quite inequitable for one to be circumscribed of similar fortification as yourselves. Rather egocentric of all of you," I spoke loudly masking my fear with an unshaken voice full of wit and irony. I took a step back moving closer to the water, the wolves moved forward. Hoping I could control the water current I dared to speak again. "As if," I continued, "you creatures have not a single aspect in your life that calls for your companionship? My condolences towards your lack of endearment but as you all so expect, I truly don't care. With those being my last words to you all, farewell!" I plunged myself backwards as all of the wolves pounced at me, I hit the water as one of the wolves landed on top of me. I quickly gripped the creature's snout as it went to clamp its teeth around my throat, with an effortless push the water moved at my will flinging the creature in backwards into the rocks. I was about to fight this malevolent creature with a force to be reckoned with when I got caught in the current, sucked under unable to breathe as I fought to reach the surface for air the current of the river was powerful. Every moment I reached the surface for air, I was once again pulled under, this must have continued for hours, as the last moment I reached the surface I saw the sun slowly rising far into the horizon, until I went back under the current. A rock had connected with my head, I slowly started to see red surrounding the water, as I moved stilled in the current, unable to move slowly everything started to darken.
Just as I thought this was the end, the witches have won, a figure dove into the water pulling me to the surface. My vision was blinding as this person laid me on the rocks, I felt their lips against mine and air filled my lungs, it was as if the breath of live reached me. I began to choke on the water that had filled me.
"There, there you safe I got you now." The voice, of a man said to me. As my vision became whole again this man was hovering over me, blue eyes enchanting, he was young and handsome.
"Who are you?" I asked in hoarse whisper choking as the water continued to emerge from my lungs.
"Shh. Don't speak, you are hurt and need rest." He responded in the sweetest voice I've ever heard. "My name," he continued as he looked at me with the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever gazed upon, "is Ansel." I smiled at him as I closed my eyes, tired from the events of my life, I allowed myself to be devoured by the darkness of sleep, only seeing the beautiful set of eyes I imprinted in my mind that belonged to the man, my savior named Ansel.