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anything she’d ever felt. The young witch dropped to her knees, writhing as the pain shot through her body.
“Please,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. Her vision was blurry from the hot tears that were now spilling from her eyes. Margo’s body convulsed, and she grasped at the ground in agony, her fists full of soil and grass. She thought of her family, and the pain carved in deeper, making it harder for Margo to breath. She’d resigned herself to death, when a black fog shot past her, emitting a heat so scorching, beads of sweat surfaced on every inch of Margo’s skin. The fog materialized into another Margo, running at lightning speed around the circle and leaving a brilliant wall of fire behind her. The rapidfire spell had cut The Priestess’s attack off, and Margo fell limply to the ground, gasping for air. Margo was thankful for the moment of rest, and even more so that the rapidfire had arrived when she did. Margo struggled to her feet, and she watched the spell run to her side, flames coming from her hands, her dark blue eyes, the same as Margo’s. The Priestess screamed in frustration, and Margo could see bursts of green light erupting behind the wall of fire. The Priestess was trying to get through.
“GO, gather the flames, Charybdis,” The Priestess commanded, and Margo watched as the flames around her began to spin, lifting from the ground and gathering in an enormous ball above her. Beside the fire, she saw a monster made of wind and water, its teeth long and shiny as it controlled the ball of fire, its body a menacing whirlpool of torrents.
The beast took the ball of flames into its enormous mouth, turned its head towards Margo and shot out. The fire came at the witch and her apparition like a flood of lava, the rapidfire held her hands up, creating an umbrella of flames and protecting them both. But Margo could see her wavering. Rapidfire spells, useful as they were, were not meant to last forever.
Margo readied herself for battle, standing uneasily, and holding her wand in one shaking hand.
Her rapidfire faded until she was but a thin shimmer of light, and the flames from the beast’s mouth were coming dangerously close.
“Thank you,” whispered Margo. She knew her rapidfire was but a vision, yet she could not help but feel badly as she turned her back and sprinted in the opposite direction. She cringed, feeling the intense heat behind her, and knowing her rapidfire was no longer there to protect her.
Margo gathered her nerves, her body was shaking uncontrollably with fear but she did not run. Instead, she turned and faced the creature, holding her wand to her lips, and speaking softly.
“Charybdis,” she said, calling the monster by its name, her voice amplified so the ground around her trembled. “Go now into the sea, your work has been done.”
Her voice left her mouth in a cloud of pink smoke, and when it reached Charybdis’s nostrils, the beast turned suddenly towards the river. It flew off in a burst of water and wind, taking the ball of fire with it. Margo sighed out in relief, her entire body rattling. It had been her first time using a charm spell, and she thanked her lucky stars it had actually worked.
Margo looked across the clearing, facing her teacher. They were face to face for the first time since their battle had begun, and The Priestess looked calm and collected, despite the hint of rage in her eyes. They walked towards one another, wands at their sides. Margo was trembling, she wanted nothing more than for this lesson to be done. She looked her teacher in her eyes, they were now only a few feet away but neither witch uttered a word. Margo knew whoever struck first, would be the victor.
With her wand still at her right side, Margo turned her body to the left, stretching her hands out as a stream of green light shot from her fingers. The Priestess was hit, and Margo lowered her hand, the battle was over. The Priestess was doubled over in pain, and looked up at
“Please,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. Her vision was blurry from the hot tears that were now spilling from her eyes. Margo’s body convulsed, and she grasped at the ground in agony, her fists full of soil and grass. She thought of her family, and the pain carved in deeper, making it harder for Margo to breath. She’d resigned herself to death, when a black fog shot past her, emitting a heat so scorching, beads of sweat surfaced on every inch of Margo’s skin. The fog materialized into another Margo, running at lightning speed around the circle and leaving a brilliant wall of fire behind her. The rapidfire spell had cut The Priestess’s attack off, and Margo fell limply to the ground, gasping for air. Margo was thankful for the moment of rest, and even more so that the rapidfire had arrived when she did. Margo struggled to her feet, and she watched the spell run to her side, flames coming from her hands, her dark blue eyes, the same as Margo’s. The Priestess screamed in frustration, and Margo could see bursts of green light erupting behind the wall of fire. The Priestess was trying to get through.
“GO, gather the flames, Charybdis,” The Priestess commanded, and Margo watched as the flames around her began to spin, lifting from the ground and gathering in an enormous ball above her. Beside the fire, she saw a monster made of wind and water, its teeth long and shiny as it controlled the ball of fire, its body a menacing whirlpool of torrents.
The beast took the ball of flames into its enormous mouth, turned its head towards Margo and shot out. The fire came at the witch and her apparition like a flood of lava, the rapidfire held her hands up, creating an umbrella of flames and protecting them both. But Margo could see her wavering. Rapidfire spells, useful as they were, were not meant to last forever.
Margo readied herself for battle, standing uneasily, and holding her wand in one shaking hand.
Her rapidfire faded until she was but a thin shimmer of light, and the flames from the beast’s mouth were coming dangerously close.
“Thank you,” whispered Margo. She knew her rapidfire was but a vision, yet she could not help but feel badly as she turned her back and sprinted in the opposite direction. She cringed, feeling the intense heat behind her, and knowing her rapidfire was no longer there to protect her.
Margo gathered her nerves, her body was shaking uncontrollably with fear but she did not run. Instead, she turned and faced the creature, holding her wand to her lips, and speaking softly.
“Charybdis,” she said, calling the monster by its name, her voice amplified so the ground around her trembled. “Go now into the sea, your work has been done.”
Her voice left her mouth in a cloud of pink smoke, and when it reached Charybdis’s nostrils, the beast turned suddenly towards the river. It flew off in a burst of water and wind, taking the ball of fire with it. Margo sighed out in relief, her entire body rattling. It had been her first time using a charm spell, and she thanked her lucky stars it had actually worked.
Margo looked across the clearing, facing her teacher. They were face to face for the first time since their battle had begun, and The Priestess looked calm and collected, despite the hint of rage in her eyes. They walked towards one another, wands at their sides. Margo was trembling, she wanted nothing more than for this lesson to be done. She looked her teacher in her eyes, they were now only a few feet away but neither witch uttered a word. Margo knew whoever struck first, would be the victor.
With her wand still at her right side, Margo turned her body to the left, stretching her hands out as a stream of green light shot from her fingers. The Priestess was hit, and Margo lowered her hand, the battle was over. The Priestess was doubled over in pain, and looked up at
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