Chapter 9
"Numair, do I really have to do that?" Mara groaned. The mage wanted her to create a huge wave of water, and direct it so that it swamped an army of dummies.
"Yes, you really do."
Mara pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine. Show me what to do."
Numair started showing her how to move her hands in the correct drawing motion. Suddenly an arrow hit him in his shoulder. He hissed and grabbed it.
A deep chuckle emitted behind her. Mara spun around and was faced by a large man.
"Shit." she whispered.
"Sorry sweetie, but practice is over."
Mara slowly backed up. This man, was the first in a long time to actually scare her. He had black hair and his eyes were like into the depths of an ocean.
"Wh, who are you?" she stuttered as she continued backing up as he advanced on her. He let out a low laugh.
"That's not any of your business is it, sweetie."
"Mara!" Numair called to her with the last of his strength "Use your magic!"
She obeyed the order, trying to summon up the water that lay before her. It was a pond, so she wouldn't be short on it. Lifting her hands, she tried to create a stream of water. It didn't work.
"I can't! I'm not strong enough!" she cried.
"Mara, you can do it. You know you can. Remember yourself, Mara." he said, voice hoarse as he lost his strength. His head lolled to the side.
"Numair!" Mara rushed to his side, forgetting all about their attacker. That is, until she felt a strong hand clamp down on her shoulder.
"Lets go girl."
Her head snapped up, her hands started to glow the dark blue of her magic.
"No." she whispered.
"What was that?" he demanded, voice gruff.
"No." She stood as the water in the pond started to grow restless, acting as it would in a storm. She drew some water to her. She was angry again.
She froze the water into a large ball and sent it flying towards him. When it was a few feet in front of him, she brought her arms together then swung one up and one down. The move caused the ball to turn into six ice spears. They pinned him to the wall.
After freezing his feet and gloved hands, she contacted Alanna. The grumpy knight's voice emitted from the blue ball of flame.
"What is it?"
"Alanna, I need you to come out to the pond behind the back of the castle, right now." Mara told her urgently.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Numair and I were attacked and he's wounded."
"We'll be right there. How bad is he." Alanna asked.
"He's currently unconscious, he lost a lot of blood."
"Do you have your attacker?"
"Heck yeah! Do you think I'd let someone like that get away?"
"No. You just try to keep Numair from bleeding too much more. We'll be there in minutes."
Mara felt the magic connection break and let her own magic go. She walked over to mage and kneeled next to him.
"This is my fault."
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