Chapter two.
Italic means thoughts and later mind communication just so you know. Sonea does not know about black magic in this story.
Sonea gasped as she was the knife Is he going to kill me she thought. But no, this is impossible, I am stronger than him. She closed her eyes and concentrated with all her might but she remained glued to the wall. Regin laughed harder this time and the other noviced started to laugh as well.
Unable to move Sonea could only watch as Regin slowly approached her with the knife and took her hand in a tight grip.
"My Sonea, Powerful Sonea I will soon be the most powerful in the Guild and you will be the street urchin, the slave from the slums."
"Don't touch me" Shouted Sonea. But I was too late the cut had been made. What is he doing, he's gone mad but then Sonea felt as if her power was leaving her, no it was leaving her, somehow Regin was making her lose power.
All too soon it was over and she felt a great wave of dizziness overcome her and she would of fell if it wasn't for the invisible force.
"No need for the shield now" she heard Regin say, I sounded like a whisper. Everything had become blurred and as the shield fell so did she.
"Now for the fun part, boys ( all of the novices are boys by the way) lets have some fun."