Anima Libera: A New Reign (reboot) (Umbrasight)

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Re: Anima Libera: A New Reign (reboot) (Umbrasight)

Post by Authorlord » Fri Aug 25, 2017 4:40 am

(Feel like I made a waste with May's character. I'll have to implement a plan around that should I ever break from this demotivated curse. It's not even writer's block...)

Merry

Merry's heart was running in place, frantically trying to move but every pleading effort she made, her limbs rejected her. Even after her mother spoke to her, the thought, the very image standing before Merry now, made it impossible to get over the grave reality of their situation. Their mother approached closer and closer, practically ignoring Celus' futile attempts to stop her. Without an ounce of mercy or faint glimpse of the life that once inhabited the body, Victoria stocked with no emotion towards her prey. By the Dark King, she would end their lives.

Merry hardly noticed the vibration in her ears. Was someone speaking? She couldn't tell.

Victoria raised her arm into the air, hand extended as if to grasp the sky. An inky black orb flickered into a solid form slightly above her hand. Victoria was a predator, preparing to pounce and finish her cornered prey--Merry was that prey. All she had to do was swipe her hand down in an instant and Merry would be dead. Merry closed her eyes, afraid to see her mother strike her own child down--but her life never ended, no matter how much she wanted it to after that day.

Merry grunted as a force pushed her out of the way. It felt like she was hit with a door and then knocked off her feet. Her eyes blinked the spots from her vision and focused from the ground to the dripping blackness that slowly stained the marble floor next to her. She didn't want to look up at the source, but a compelling force dared her to look up. Before her stood Celus, a gaping hole through his chest and a blank look on his face. A moment later and he fell limp into his own blood.

A blood curdling scream erupted from Merry once she absorbed everything that just happened. A river burst from her eyes and her body lurched to life. She shook Celus desperately, forgetting to breath with every second passing. He did not move, stutter or cough a word. The twin Merry love and grew up with just lied there, lifeless in their own blood.

It was the sound of steal through cutting flesh mixed with ice that brought her attention away from Celus momentarily. Vanessa had gashed the back of Victoria's back and neck just seconds to late. Their... her former mother hardly felt the pain, but the reaction was staggering. Victoria's body stuttered and stepped away, quickly facing Vanessa to shield the weakness of the cursed body.

It was at that moment, the moment of betray and loss and a burning hatred for the Dark king, that the once blissful and joyous little girl Merry that everyone knew and loved, snapped. All the holy power she felt in her body boiled and burst out of her. She appeared on fire, the wood to a gold burning flame.

The body of Victoria looked to Merry just in time to see the wisp of gold stab through her heart. It was Victoria's turn to scream bloody murder, but Merry wasn't done. Blades and spears of light cut and pierced Victoria endlessly. The woman couldn't retaliate. Every attempt to block the holy magic, even with dark magic was hopeless. With each hit, Victoria was scarred skin deep but no other wound seemed to be resulting from the attacks.

Finally, as Merry ran out of steam, the holy magic dimmed away and the body of her mother just stood their for a brief moment, only to fall limp to the floor. Merry wanted to do the same, but her will to see this fight to the end was the only thing that kept her awake. She wanted to see Tyrus pay, to see Tyrus die, for what he has done to her and the rest of the Yurikans.

Tyrus Rex

Tyrus swiped the mist away as a rumble cleared his throat. Such a pesky little woman this was. He should have killed her the moment he was tired of her, or sooner. Tyrus stood to his full height and looked around. Iliana stood with her cheeky smirk next to a pillar, watching him like a cat to a spider. His magic was running thin, very thin. If he didn't end this soon he would--

The alarming cry of a small girl let out, defeating the brief silence that now vacated the room. Victoria had done her job well, and perhaps Tyrus fused to much power into his puppet to ensure the girl died--or so he thought. Barely seconds after the cry of the child, the distinct voice of Victoria let out her own wail of pain. What was going on? Tyrus would have to forget Iliana for now and go take the children on hims--

Tyrus let out a deep bellow as a large sword pierced through his back and out his abdomen. Warm crimson dripped from the blade onto the floor. Tyrus looked back to see the origin of the attack... it was the man who's wife he had killed. A quick glance up to the lifeless body of the woman, head still on, proved the weakness of Tyrus' remaining magic. The spell Betrayal had worn off. A swipe to the man should have done it, but he was able to hold his ground for the most part with a simply block.

It would appear the end truly was near...

Selehna Bellrose

The thin man stood no chance with Nephenee's blade. In a less than clear, but swift motion, his head separated from his body and bounced once off the ground before his corpse as it, too, dropped to the dirt. It did not move a muscle after that last blow. That left Nephenee and Selehna to deal with the big one by himself. It would be easy enough, despite no ounce of fear in the dead man's body.

The fat one charged forward, and Selehna took her opportunity. He swung his axe down, arcing throught the air for maximum force upon impact. Alas, Selehna was faster and easily side stepped the man's blow before striking her fist up under his chin and driving enough momentum to lift the fat bastard off his feet, but she wasn't done. In a single swift motion, Selehna had gripped the man by the back and used the moment to slam the Sin head first into the ground. His head popped like a watermelon, leaving blood and other bits and pieces to soak the ground.

That was the end of that.

Selehna's body, or what was left of it, relaxd and looked to Nephenee. "It would pain me if I was living to see myself in such a state. You're sight over the dead's truth brought me to be able to take back my conscience, 'else you'd be dead. Nephenee, I--" Selehna felt her body grow infinetly weaker in a single flash. The spell was lifting and soon all the dead will rest again. She needed to hang on a little longer. She had too.

Selehna stammered over to Nephenee slowly, mouth gaped open as if trying to breathe. "Nephenee... I'm... I'm sorry. Do-n't let the others know of my... betrayal." If she could cry, she would. Selehna's body stopped mid step and fell into Nephenee's arms, resting once again and for all.

Veronica Flair

"And he shouldn't have too!" Veronica spoke as she brought down her sword into the large man's collarbone once he turned to face her. He didn't die, but the sudden momentum was enough to make him fall to the ground. It took all of Veronica's strength to slice her sword from that point all the way through his neck and out the skull. It wasn't pretty, but it seemed to stop the man from getting back up.

Veronica huffed a sigh of relief and smirked at the mercenary catching his breath on the ground. "Good job. For a mercenary, you sure have a soft spot for childr--" Veronica winced as a spear caught her through the back and out the pocket of her left shoulder. Again, she wasn't sure to be thankful or not that it hit her on the side she didn't have an arm. The pain left her in temporary shock, just enough to allow a second lance to catch her in the lower back again.

She coughed blood, lots of it. It only took a glance down to see the dripping poles protruding through her body to make her realize what exactly was happening. The harsh reality hit her on the spot. "Y-you bastards. You can't face me head on, even in death? How pathetic.... You know, I had a promise to keep, but you bastards keep making it harder and harder."

Veronica looked to Eliona for a single moment and gave a weak smile. She felt tired, like she could go back into a coma again... maybe the afterlife would allow her to rest for a change. A turn in place revealed the attackers who failed at killing instantaneously. Veronica looked down to her blade in had, calculating how she'd go about this. With literally no free hand to pull the spears out, even if she could, fighting like this was all she could do. "Eliona... I kept my promise to the very end, now promise me to respect and obey your mother, be a good girl. Protect all those you love, ok? Don't fail like I did..."

Veronica wanted to run forward, she wanted to use her lost magic to annihilate these corpses on the spot; unfortunately, a single step was all she could take before falling to her knees. Her wounds no longer, she no longer felt tired, but there was no strength to get up.

"My love, wake up my love. It's time to go. You've lived your life, now come to your family. They've been waiting for us." Veronica looked up to find Selehna reaching down to her, arm extended to her. With a ginger touch, Veronica returned the gesture and grasped Selehna's hand before everything went dark.

Veronica's lifeless body did not move after her death. Instead, the dead surrounding her stood in place, like statues, before falling over. Like dominos, one after the other, the dead sins and Yuriksyns fell back to the ground, returning to the limp, lifeless state they originated from. Each side began with thousands, but now mere hundreds were alive. This was the end.

It was in that moment it was decided that the Yuriksyns had won. Silence fell over the field, filling the dusked sky with only the sound of the wind, only to be shattered by the clanking of weapons and armour as people let down their arms and fell to their hinds to rest, taking the first breath in a long time of relief.

Henrietta

Henrietta was batted away by the Dragon's massive arm. Shade caught her in his red strings to prevent her from rolling to far away. The two of them had been struggling to evade and land a single blow on the beast that could harm it, but neither of them had the strength or magic to do any real harm. They could only buy time, and that was only running out.

"Witch, when I say run, you run. My body is just about dry and I won't be able to help you for very long. I can shield an attack but then that's it. You need to leave." Shade stood in front of Henrietta, between her and the opponent they couldn't beat. "The dragon can't be stopped like this. Go and help wherever else you can, I'll try to distract the beast here for as long as possible."

Henrietta couldn't believe her ears. The man who cared so little of others was telling her to run? "Shade, I can't let you do that! You'll die!"

"No, I won't. You can see them can't you, Life Threads? That's how you knew when we first met that I wasn't in the tent. The body will die, but I'll live on. Don't worry about me. Now go! Run!"

Henrietta felt her eyes sting. "You bastard, promise to find me after this! I don't care if it's the real you or not, I need to know I didn't leave for nothing!"

"Going soft on us now, are we? Now run!"

She couldn't tell what compelled her to leave, but it would seem she was able to move despite how much she wanted to stay. She had to trust Shade and leave. He would be fine, he had to be! For the first time in a long time, Henrietta wasn't alone, and now she was forcing herself to leave so she could survive while someone stayed behind for her. "Damn you..."

The bright light illuminating behind her hinted that the dragon was still fighting Shade and to occupied by him to chase her just yet. Wasn't that supposed to be a good thing? it wasn't until she rounded a corner did she realize what was finally happening. Disbelief struck her as she watched hundreds of bodies start to drop to the floor. Each with a distinct cause of death. The dead were returning back to their lifeless states! That meant that Shade could still be alive!

Rocks scrapped in the dirt as her foot pivoted in place. Not to long had passed. He had to be alive. Shade was powerful, surely he held up his bargain and would find her, it was simple... right? What she found was not what she was hoping for.

Next to the dead dragon sat a leaning rest body, smoking. It was clearly burnt, but it hadn't been chard. The clothes it had been wearing had burnt away however, leaving a pink, fleshy body to remain. Henrietta only new it was Shade by the wooden jaw dropped open. "Shade?" Henrietta whispered, afraid to wake the dead dragon as if it would get back up and finish her off too. There was no reply. The corpse did not move, and, for some reason, had the dead still be walking, she didn't think this one would get back up.

Her only concern was: Was Shade really dead, or alive?

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Re: Anima Libera: A New Reign (reboot) (Umbrasight)

Post by UmbraSight » Tue Aug 29, 2017 4:34 pm

(I know what you mean heh, I've been low motivation for a few weeks now.)

Vanessa Xias
As the body of Mavis toppled over, Vanessa remained frozen, stunned by the sight before her her gaze lingering on Celus. The boy was dead, she knew, there was no way to survive a wound like that. Still, she could feel some distant part of her tired mind almost attempting to will the boy back to life. To make him raise to his feet or open eyes. Her normally stoic expression wavered, and it was with an effort she brought herself back under control.

With a dry swallow, and a pull of air Vanessa turned her attention towards Marry. “Milady, do you still have holy magic left?” She asked, her voice soft, careful. “Now is the time to kill the wretched man who caused all this sorrow.”

Iliana Weiss
That predatory smile remained on her lips, she stepped away from the pillar towards the Dark King. Her gaze was predatory as she scanned the King to see how much fight the large man would have left in him. He looked ready to topple as is, from all the magic had used, and the vicious wound through his abdomen.

“You lost, Tyrus. Your armies are done, the dead have returned to their long slumber, and you will not escape.” She drew near the two men, moving like a cat towards a cornered rat. With a smooth movement of her off-hand Iliana drew a long but thin dagger.

She flicked the weapon up and pointed it in Tyrus’s direction, the movement producing a satisfying ‘swish’ as it cut through the air.

“Your wickedness ends here. Now, will you fight, or accept your fate with some modicum of dignity?”

”Mercy”

Mercy collapsed down onto one knee while the dead around him fell, whatever magic which had reanimated them clearly coming to a sudden end. The image of Veronica reaching up into the air a moment before life left her body was burned into his mind's eye. With a wary sigh he ran his fingers through his hair, scraping his bangs away from his sweat soaked brow. Her cursed under his breath and looked back over his shoulder to Eliona.

“You alright kid?” He asked as a distant, ragged cheer made its way through the survivors. With a sniff, and a look to Veronica’s peaceful expression, Eliona nodded slowly. “You did good kid. She was proud of you. Here, help me up.” Mercy said. Eliona nodded again silently as she plodded over, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Ariana Rook

Ariana couldn't help but laugh as the army of the dead fell to the Earth. She didn't find any of what happened particularly funny, but still with the wave of relief that hit her made her want to laugh. She was alive when she knew she shouldn't be. Ariana dropped her lance and rested her back against that of the Yuriksyn soldier Laurent.

“Still alive?” The man asked, his own voice wavering from barely contained laughter.

“You can't get rid of me so easy.” She responded.

“Hell, I hope to never lose you,” Laurent chuckled.

“Well, you’re stuck with me then.” Ariana said, tilting her head back so it was resting against his shoulder. Laurent chuckled as he took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze.
//rott'd wood creaked with movement, the woman remained at the door//Fall of the Aelir Isles Vol III

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Merry Mavis

"Celus, wake up! Please wake up! You're next in line for the throne! You were supposed to be king! You and I were supposed to survive together! Please Celus! Brother wake up! We need to defeat Tyrus together." All these words bellowed in her head as she gazed to the corpse of her brother. Still, she didn't say the words allowed. It was pointless, futile, and yet the urge to drop to her knees and try to wake her brother up was almost swallowing her. Still she stood strong. Even if she could, bringing her brother back using sacrifice felt wrong. Could she even perform such a righteous effort? Unlikely in her situation.

"Yes, general... Just enough that is," she replied softly. Like a prisoner towing a ball and chain, Merry trudged forward, leading Vanessa over the rubble and through the hole of wall Merry had summoned. The passed through just in time to see Ceel stab through the Dark King from behind.

Her eyes narrowed in a cold star. The king deserved worse. Death wouldn't be enough for him and torturing him in the standard fashion could only please him--Merry was sure. No, there was one thing she could do.

"Insufferable wench!" Tyrus roared. He stifled through the pain and swung his body around, bringing Ceel with the hilt of the massive blade. Sparks burned as the dagger ricocheted, producing a shredding hiss as the blade connected with Ceel's armour. The momentum of Ceel allowed Tyrus to grab the man. He was just about to slam Ceel to the ground when Merry cut him off with a blade of light through the arm.

The Dark King dropped Ceel and clutched his arm. He dropped to a knee, having no time to react as Merry continued her barrage of Holy Magic attacks. Tyrus bellowed again as wave after wave of light sliced through him, scarring his body. The eyes of ice failed to flinch, drained of pity and sympathy, as they gazed upon the sight before them.

Tyrus collapsed to the ground, unable to move, now to tired to cry out in pain, but he was still feeling the sting of Holy Magic through his dark body. Again and again Merry lashed him without mercy. If the King didn't die of shock, then he would forever endure her wrath. Death was to good for the rotten bastard. She was beating a down and broken man.

Jessabella Collins

Jessabella sucked in the dry, dusty air with every weary breath she made. Her entire left side screamed. Tackling a man on fire, or made of fire to say more accurately, was not a good idea, but it was worth it a hundred times over. She touched her cheek gingerly and winced. Both her hand and cheek burned fiercely. No doubt half her face was as pink and scarred as her hand was. Her side probably was in the same boat.

"Thank you. I'm sorry you were hurt because of me." Deadrick still sat over his deceased brother. A deed needed to be done, but at a heavy price. Jessabella could scarcely imagine what killing a loved one was like, but she had done so against her knowledge. Deadrick knew for years this day would eventually come, and while she was sure he had made his peace with that fact, it didn't seem to hurt him any less. He seemed to have stopped crying for the moment.

"I uh... I'm fine, nothing that healing magic and time can't solve. Well, it doesn't compare to your pain though. I mean..." What could she say? 'Sorry for your loss?' That didn't sound any better than losing a dog to old age. Damn. Deadrick was hurting right in front of her and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. What would Karina say? She wou-

"It's ok. You don't have to say a word. In the end, he had his free will back and Enfiro left his body. Come, the others may still need our-" Deadrick winced mid motion to stand, resting back down to a knee.

"Deadrick! You mustn't move. I saw the Dark King treat you like a rag doll. Aside from that, you've been burned as well. It sounds like the others have it under control now... I hope so at least." Jessabella looked to the decapitated Fiona and then down to the silver scythes on either side of Blaze's corpse. Finally, her gaze rested to her left, a small boy's body rested in a staining pool of crimson. She had witnessed the event that took the young prince's life. She was powerless to stop it. Queen Victoria Mavis's reanimated corpse was now lifeless once again. What kind of sick magic forced the dead to rise back from their eternal slumber.

"I'm sure that the end is near. I wouldn't call this a victory however." Jessabella bobbed her head in agreement.

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Vanessa Xias

Vanessa did not move as the lances of light sliced through the King, causing the wretch to fall to his knees. She held her sword at her side, simply held it there as if she weren't certain what it is she should do with it. She had no desire to return it to its sheath, not until the king was dead and she was certain no further threat remained. Killing the King did not mean that the sins would surrender, nor did not mean that no threats would remain. So, she stood still, staring down at Tyrus, her expression unmoved as each successive lance bit into his flesh. Bid him to die and free the world of his wretchedness.

Vanessa looked up, and away from Tyrus, her gaze searching the room. There remained a feeling of wrongness in the pit of her stomach. Would the feeling ever truly go away? When this whole torrid affair was over, perhaps then she would be able to come to some sort of peace.

“You failed Tyrus. Die knowing that. Die with that as your final thoughts.” Queen Weiss said, her voice cold as she massaged the wrist which had held the dagger. “All the damage, all the ruin you have caused, and it shall be restored. How pathetic you are.”
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Post by Authorlord » Tue Sep 12, 2017 5:39 am

Merry Mavis

She wasn't remotely close to being finished with the bastard--the demon in a man's body. With every lash she sent, she compelled herself to make it stronger, more painful. More. More. More! More! Again and again she unleashed everything she had. Merry snarled, yelling at him ungracefully. With every bitter, passing moment, her hatred grew more into savagery.

Merry found her hand caught and looked back to the person who stopped her raging temper. "What do you want Lieutenant? I am busy punishing this man for his cri--." The echo of a hand smacking against skin ripped the air into silence. Merry crinkled her nose back and stared up at the man, glaring down on her with distaste in his eyes. "What is the meaning of this!?"

"Your mother would be disappointed in you," he looked up and to everyone in the room, "all of you. We are better than the sins, and yet you all watched like savaged as she continued to lash out like a spoiled child on a dead man. You were all to blind to see him die almost a dozen strikes ago. Hatred is a logical emotion right now, but what you all are doing is nothing shy of Darkness. Tyrus must be laughing in death right now, seeing you all carry on, letting your vision be clouded in red and your blood boil just at the sight of him. Queen Victoria Mavis was a wise, noble, and beautiful woman--she would not want her subjects to act like this. Respectfully, your highnesses and general, this is madness." Ceel finished his opinion before walking off and out of the throne room, but before he left, he turned to everyone again. "I'll accept any punishment later, but the others may still need help. By my wife's name, and the late queen's wish, I will see to it that this is all finished before the sun has fully set." Ceel fixated his sight to Merry. "Your highness, I understand your grief, but remember how you should strive to be."

Merry watched the man go. Her hatred had simmered down and felt like an old habit, a dimming flame. She would never forget nor forgive the man she slaughtered, but Ceel's words... those would be engraved into her soul as if her mother had said them; and, as Ceel silhouetted into the drowning sun, Merry could almost see the small frame of her mother walking into the light one last time.

Merry's heels turned in place. "I apologize for my un...professional behavior. I hope you all may guide me in the image my mother would want. I know little of kingdom politics and how to run one, but I do wish to be included in the affairs, despite others having to do most of the work." She bowed swift and cleanly, ladylike and well mannered. It would seem months of fighting back and scavenging for food had done little to erase her once polished attitude. Her heels turned once again, but this time, followed by a direction.

All this was wrong. In the end, her mother and brother should have stayed alive, her mother should have slain the wretched tyrant Tyrus and regained the strength of their once proud and great kingdom. Queen Mavis should be at the top, with Queen Weiss by her side, ruling with their gentle but iron fists, leading them back to glory and solitude. If anything, it should have been Celus to take the throne. He has always been more level and serious. He would have made a better ruler right off the get go... but fate was twisted so she took it. It was all wrong, but in the end, she sat on the throne. Her tiny figure would eventually blossom into a fitting size, but that was years away.

Jessabella Collins

Jessabella bared the pain that engulfed her very being. There was nothing she would have loved more than a cool bath right then and there, but one last measure was at hand. In the beginning, she found it hard to walk, let alone stand, but as she literally walked it off, she found her goal was able to make her forget the headaches and thorns in her side for just the moment alone. Air hissed through gritted teeth once her hand gripped the steel of the scythe before her. Thankfully, the coolness of the metal eased a little pain. She grabbed the other with ease.

"Where are you going? You heard the battle on the other side of the wall, it's over," Deadrick stated as he looked up to her. Concern still seemed to linger in his eyes.

"Relax, I'll be fine. I'm just going to look for Karina. She made a promise and I want to find out just how well she kept it." A smirk painted onto her face, but that's all it was... painted. Deep inside, her heart thud, her stomach sank. If something happened to her, Jessabella would--

Warm, soft lips matched hers and brought Jessabella back to the realm of reality. Deadrick's kiss eased her heart and allowed Jessabella to collect her thoughts, though this feeling was addictive and she almost didn't want to leave his side--almost. "You worry to much. You're also a bad liar. Be careful and go find Lady Levae." She could fall for this idiot.

"Thank you, Deadrick." One squeeze around his torso and she was off. For the first time in being through the palace, she sure found the exit pretty easily. Perhaps it was her focus that allowed her to ignore all the surroundings. Jessabella hardly felt her lungs working for air as she raced to the bottom of the sloped kingdom and towards where the battle should be.

"Karina! Karina!" Probably not the most methodical way of finding someone, but if she was nearby, perhaps she would call back; that, or someone might know where she is. By the gods, Jessabella really hoped to find her.

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Re: Anima Libera: A New Reign (reboot) (Umbrasight)

Post by UmbraSight » Wed Sep 13, 2017 4:51 pm

Queen Weiss

“What an odd little man.” There was a note of amusement in her tone as she watched Ceel leave. A chuckle escaped her lips, so faint and smooth it was barely louder than any other released breath of air. General Vanessa gave her an odd look, but Iliana paid it no mind as she turned to look down at Mary. Iliana studied the girl a moment as she apologized for losing control of herself, clearly embarrassed by what she had done.

“Tell me, do you feel regret for what you have done? If you do, then good. It means you can learn from this and grow. Change for the better so you might never repeat your actions. Always remember my dear, within all of us two natures dwell. Wickedness is not owned solely by men like Tyrus or women such as myself, nor is goodness by women such as your late mother. We all hold within us the same capacity for both. I can guide you through the hardships of rulership, but figuring out who you are and woman you will become is something only you can truly do.” Iliana stepped to the throne and held out a hand for the girl to take.

“Come, your people should see you now, and we have much yet to do. We need a team to gather wood for a pyre, a burial detail, set up a camp for resources while we start to rebuild the city.” She paused, and gave the girl a smile. “You will do well, my dear, that I promise you.”

Karina Levae

“Karina!”

At the sound of her name, Karina looked up, her red eyes scanning the knots of soldiers who were sifting through bodies, attempting to find the wounded. At first she had simply thought that she had misheard a different call, when it came again, as clear as could be.

“Karina!”

That was a voice that made her heart flutter. A smile curled her lips as she turned in place attempting to catch sight of the girl in the crowd, which was not as easy as she had hoped it would be.

“Jess! Over here!” Karina called back, cupping her hands around her mouth. “By the burnt tree!” With that she lifted her left arm above her head and waved it back and forth. She found it easy to move despite the fatigue in her muscles. The thought of seeing Jessabella again send a wave of energy coursing through her tired body, she could rest once she was certain that Jess had gotten through her fight safe and sound.
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