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staring into Ember’s as the dark witch scowled at her.
“You swear on your life?” Ember repeated. “On your sister’s life even, that you don’t know where Alyssa is?”
“I swear,” Astreal quietly said while struggling to remain standing.
“Please, don’t hurt her anymore,” Apoch pleaded with tears in her eyes.
Ember slowly breathed out then threw Astreal aside towards her sister. The battered witch tumbled to the ground in front of Apoch who quickly knelt down and held her close with watery eyes.
“How disappointing,” Ember derided looking to the burning firestorm nearby with annoyance.
“Sister,” Apoch whimpered while shakily holding a hand over Astreal’s burned chest.
Ember rested her good eye on the twins with a dull expression on her face as Apoch held her sister close and cried from seeing her hurt so badly. Astreal slowly glanced over to Ember and saw the dark witch watching them with a small scowl briefly being seen before vanishing.
“You… will… regret… this…” Astreal managed to get out before her eyes began to lose focus.
“You will not be forgiven for this act!” Apoch snapped at Ember with fury.
“I don’t need your forgiveness,” Ember retorted before flinging her hand towards the sisters, throwing a fiery spear of crimson flames at them. Apoch quickly held her sister close and ducked down before it hit them, the two girls instantly bursting into flames with shrieks of agony echoing out around the area. Ember watched as the two witches lit up with fire almost seeming to erupt from their bodies, her face illuminated from the bright light showing her cold expression while she casually flicked her hand to the side with specks of fire coming off her fingers briefly.
“All I need is to know where Alyssa is, nothing more,” she spoke before walking away while dragging her sword behind her. The screams of the sisters quickly died as life left their charred bodies, both the girls collapsing together while burning intensely as witches normally did. A few poofs of crimson and white light exploded from their focusers cracking apart and dissolving from the extreme heat and flames while their staves started to turn to dust and crumble into pieces.
Ember dragged her sword away with the haunting scraping sound of the blade razing across the ground behind her, eyes set in a dark glare as she departed the graveyard which now had three new corpses among it. The witch glanced back once more to seeing the flames burning brightly and smoke billowing into the air before she waved her hand sharply before her, causing fire to erupt wildly around her in a thick torrent before fading away to reveal she was gone once again.
*****
The sun started to shine across The Outerlands as another day began. As the rays crept along the land it came across Kroanette and Clover, with the centaur slowly beginning to stir as the warmth on her face woke her up. Clover grunted with annoyance as she turned to her side and clutched her bow close to her, seeming to be irritated by the light coming across her while Kroanette yawned and sat up rubbing one of her eyes as she came to.
“Another day,” Kroanette spoke to herself as she saw the sun rising over the horizon. “And it’s starting off beautifully so far.”
“Shut up,” Clover muttered while turning her face down towards her quiver.
“And you’re just as foul in the morning as you are during the day. Splendid,” Kroanette dryly replied to her.
“I don’t like waking up to hearing sentimental bullshit,” Clover grunted before she reluctantly sat up and took out the leaf ribbons from her hair. As she fluffed her long golden locks with a dull expression on her face Kroanette merely shook her head at the elf as she never recalled a moment when the elf appeared genuinely happy.
“Don’t you smile about anything?” Kroanette asked as she got up onto her feet and brushed some grass off her side. “You’re always so angry and negative
“You swear on your life?” Ember repeated. “On your sister’s life even, that you don’t know where Alyssa is?”
“I swear,” Astreal quietly said while struggling to remain standing.
“Please, don’t hurt her anymore,” Apoch pleaded with tears in her eyes.
Ember slowly breathed out then threw Astreal aside towards her sister. The battered witch tumbled to the ground in front of Apoch who quickly knelt down and held her close with watery eyes.
“How disappointing,” Ember derided looking to the burning firestorm nearby with annoyance.
“Sister,” Apoch whimpered while shakily holding a hand over Astreal’s burned chest.
Ember rested her good eye on the twins with a dull expression on her face as Apoch held her sister close and cried from seeing her hurt so badly. Astreal slowly glanced over to Ember and saw the dark witch watching them with a small scowl briefly being seen before vanishing.
“You… will… regret… this…” Astreal managed to get out before her eyes began to lose focus.
“You will not be forgiven for this act!” Apoch snapped at Ember with fury.
“I don’t need your forgiveness,” Ember retorted before flinging her hand towards the sisters, throwing a fiery spear of crimson flames at them. Apoch quickly held her sister close and ducked down before it hit them, the two girls instantly bursting into flames with shrieks of agony echoing out around the area. Ember watched as the two witches lit up with fire almost seeming to erupt from their bodies, her face illuminated from the bright light showing her cold expression while she casually flicked her hand to the side with specks of fire coming off her fingers briefly.
“All I need is to know where Alyssa is, nothing more,” she spoke before walking away while dragging her sword behind her. The screams of the sisters quickly died as life left their charred bodies, both the girls collapsing together while burning intensely as witches normally did. A few poofs of crimson and white light exploded from their focusers cracking apart and dissolving from the extreme heat and flames while their staves started to turn to dust and crumble into pieces.
Ember dragged her sword away with the haunting scraping sound of the blade razing across the ground behind her, eyes set in a dark glare as she departed the graveyard which now had three new corpses among it. The witch glanced back once more to seeing the flames burning brightly and smoke billowing into the air before she waved her hand sharply before her, causing fire to erupt wildly around her in a thick torrent before fading away to reveal she was gone once again.
*****
The sun started to shine across The Outerlands as another day began. As the rays crept along the land it came across Kroanette and Clover, with the centaur slowly beginning to stir as the warmth on her face woke her up. Clover grunted with annoyance as she turned to her side and clutched her bow close to her, seeming to be irritated by the light coming across her while Kroanette yawned and sat up rubbing one of her eyes as she came to.
“Another day,” Kroanette spoke to herself as she saw the sun rising over the horizon. “And it’s starting off beautifully so far.”
“Shut up,” Clover muttered while turning her face down towards her quiver.
“And you’re just as foul in the morning as you are during the day. Splendid,” Kroanette dryly replied to her.
“I don’t like waking up to hearing sentimental bullshit,” Clover grunted before she reluctantly sat up and took out the leaf ribbons from her hair. As she fluffed her long golden locks with a dull expression on her face Kroanette merely shook her head at the elf as she never recalled a moment when the elf appeared genuinely happy.
“Don’t you smile about anything?” Kroanette asked as she got up onto her feet and brushed some grass off her side. “You’re always so angry and negative
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