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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Ealaín

Aingeal’s body fell from the sky. I cursed. “Greta!”

A spout of water burst from Greta, distracting her from the paragon. The fountain caught the falling faerie and cradled her to the ground. I didn’t know what happened to Aingeal. Couldn’t worry about her. I had to stay in front of the Paragon.

My ax glanced off her forearms. Blood dribbled from scrapes and cuts, exposing the iron-hard bone beneath. She didn’t feel my blows. She just parried them with those powerful arms. As hard as I swung, my attacks weren’t strong enough to break her arms. Somehow, I had to get through her guard.

Greta turned back to fight and gasped. The Paragon’s blurring fist caught her hard in the chest. Her armor burst with water. It mitigated some of the blow, but the young girl was sill thrown back. She hit the ground hard, her blonde hair spilling out from beneath her helm. The runes on her blue armor flared sapphire bright for a moment. She groaned, lying stunned.

The Paragon advanced.

“No!” I shouted, rushing around the monster.

The Paragon drew back her fist to slam into the prone Greta. I couldn’t let the young thing die. She was a novice at fighting. Light poured off of me. The armor fed my muscles, propelling me faster than I could normally move. The world blurred around me for a moment.

I appeared before the Paragon, raising my weapons before me, crossing them to catch the Paragon’s punch.

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Sven Falk

“I’m right here, Father,” Ava purred, appearing around the fire. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll go with you. I’ll be your queen. I love you.”

The sight of Ava arrested me for a moment. I gaped. What was going on? Why would she…? The dress she wore was wrong. It was blue and soft, the type of gown Ava would wear spending a day at her father’s castle, not the clothing she’d worn while traveling. Not the clothing she wore right now as she stood atop the hill.

Kora stood up there, staring down, her pink robe open. Her fingers wiggling, painting.

“My sweetling,” Prince Meinard said, turning to her. “Something seems to be missing from you.”

“Oh, Father?” Ava asked.

I lunged at the monster’s back.

“Your blood. I don’t smell it.” With a casual swipe, he back-handed the illusion. It rippled with rainbow light. Laughing, making that spine-crawling sound, he turned around to face me. My rapier punched into his carapace and…

Scored along the waxy chitin. I left a furrow in the gray thorax, a long line following its concave curve before my blade reached his side and thrust past him beneath his arm. I groaned. First he wore a metal body, and now this.

He punched a clawed hand at me. I shifted my feet, began to retreat, but the attack came so fast. I was too close to him. Each of his five fingers ended in talon like points. They crashed into my chest, cutting through my armor.

Sinking into my skin.

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Princess Ava

“What did you just do!” Aingeal shouted in my soul.

I groaned as I stood up in the feyhound’s proxy. “Sorry, Aingeal” I said as her body fell to the ground. “I didn’t think. I just…”

“Panicked?”

Water caught Aingeal’s body and set her on the ground.

“Sven is in trouble,” I protested. “I can fight, too.”

I darted us towards the cliff edge, Carsina shouting behind us. I passed Kora as she shook her head and shouted something in frustration. I had to get to Sven. He would be in trouble. Chaos loomed down the hill. Flames half-obscured him. I heard him shout in pain and—

Energy rippled from us. I couldn’t see exactly what Aingeal was doing. A great thunderclap erupted over the battlefield. A mighty downdraft whipped at the grass. The flames burning around Sven, Nathalie, and my father rippled.

“The mage!” Aingeal shouted, her soul quivering against mine as we filled the feyhound vessel. “I was fighting the mage. He’ll kill us all! We have to get to him!”

“But what about Sven?” As I said that, my husband roared in pain, rising over the crackling of the flames. “He needs us!”

“Master!” screeched Nathalie, such anger in her voice. Flames roared.

“He’ll be fine. But if we don’t counter that mage, his magic will just yank us all up into the air or pin us to the ground.” More energy surged out from her. “We have to kill him. That’s how we protect Sven and our family.”

I whimpered, my soul quivering. I glanced down the hill. Light flared from Ealaín as she battled the Paragon. Greta was down. I wanted to help her, too. But the aoi si was there. She was as skilled a fighter as Sven.

“Okay,” I agreed and ran down the slope, focusing on the mage. I leaped. Energy surged into the body, Aingeal enhancing us. We soared over the chaos.

Wind buffeted us. It hit us from all directions. Power surged from Aingeal. She cursed as I struggled to keep control of the proxy. We spun, the mage attacking us with currents of air. He stared up at us, the hood of his black robes thrown back.

He pulled out a vial and drank the pussy juices, the fuel for his spells. I bet those were Greta’s cream. I gave him access to my bedmaid, letting him harvest as much of her passion from her as he wanted while he enjoyed her body.

It was a payment to discover my father’s foul secrets.

Purple energy burst from us, Aingeal’s magic. The wind drove back from us. We fell towards the base of the hill. I braced us as the ground rushed up. Power seeped into my wicker-braided legs. I landed like a falling star, Aingeal’s magic protecting the proxy’s limbs from breaking.

I stared at Shevoin, his eyes hard. The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I jumped. Magic and spirits clashed before us as Aingeal and the mage battled..

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Kora Falk

“Princess, no!” Carsina shouted.

The feyhound soared over me. I glanced behind me to see Carsina kneeling over the fallen Ava, the diamond hammer spilled from the princess’s hand. An idea shot through me. “Supercharge my illusions like you did when we fought the ooze.”

Carsina glanced up at me, her ruby-bright hair spilling about her shocked features. “Okay, Mistress.”

She scooped up the diamond hammer and charged at me, her face twisted in fear. Her body trembled. She reached me and held the hammer in her hand. I pointed down at my husband fighting Prince Meinard and…

Gasped.

Sven gripped the insectoid arm of Prince Meinard, his claws sunk into my brother’s flesh. My hands clutched at my breasts, reaching out of reflex for the amulet. My brother fought to keep the claws from sinking deeper into him.

I conjured an illusion of the ogre. That hulking, brutal monster that ripped apart the boarding house we stayed at Az. It was the most powerful thing I could think of. I drew back its fist, my fingers dancing before me as I painted my will, Rithi’s magic bring my art to life.

“Supercharge me!” I howled as my illusion punched at Prince Meinard.

“I… I can’t,” Carsina said.

My illusion’s punch slammed into the prince. Passed through him. In a ripple of rainbow light, the fist barreled through him, the ogres arm sinking into the insectoid things body. It had no substance. Prince Meinard laughed, cruel. The inhuman the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His arm twisted.

Sven grunted in pain.

“Why didn’t that work?” I gasped.

“Your illusions aren’t something constructed,” Carsina said. “I… I didn’t supercharge them when we fought the slime. I don’t know why your illusion had substance then and not now.”

How did this happen? My right hand kept clenching at my tits. I was so used to grabbing the amulet when things were stressed, to feel it in my hand while painting with the fingers of my left. Despite what it contained, it always made me feel… in control. To hold it. To wrap my fingers around…

The Biomancer’s soul…

I was gripping it when we fought the ooze. I squeezed it tight when I made my illusion that suddenly had substance for the Biomancer’s loathsome monster. And I was squeezing the amulet when I shouted for it to stop. When I somehow… controlled it.

My head whipped around. The amulet rested on the altar. Did it have… power over the monsters Biomancer Vebrin created?

I darted for the altar. My robe flared open. I didn’t care about modesty right now. Was this the key? Was this why the Paragon and her forces had used proxies for so long, relying on others to get the amulet, because they knew it was the key to controlling them? Did I wear victory around my neck all this time?

My mind wrenched back to the moment I faced the ooze. How hard I clutched the amulet. The way I thought it pulsed and twitched. The Biomancer remembered his children. It had a kind of will. It… twitched as we were coming up the hill. Right before we got to the altar.

“This is it!” I gasped and scooped up the amulet.

“What is?” Carsina asked. “Are you going to bargain our surrender?”

“I’m going to save the day!” I shouted back, whirling around to face the battlefield. “This is why they use proxies. Why they brought all those soldiers and the master mage. The Paragon knows I can dominate her with this!”

Sven shouted. His cries of pain were so shrill. So sharp. Prince Meinard was killing him. But I could save my brother. I would rescue him like he protected me so many times. His love had saved my soul after our parents’ and sister’s death. He gave me purpose. Following him this last year showed me so much joy and beauty.

I wouldn’t let it end. I would use every ounce of strength I had to save the day.

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Ealaín

I stumbled back from the blows. My crossed weapons buckled before me. I stumbled back a few steps. But I didn’t flinch. I didn’t flee from the danger. Greta groaned behind me. I would protect her. I would protect all the people my charge loved. Sven and his harem were Kora’s inspiration for her art.

I had to defend them. I was her muse.

“Rithi!” I screamed and swung my weapons at the Paragon. For a moment, I drove the brute back. She couldn’t block my blows. Her big tits heaved before her as she stumbled back. “Guide my strokes. Let me create such a martial display of art and beauty today! Let me slay your enemy!”

I screamed. Light burst from me. Scintillating halos danced around my swinging weapons. The Paragon snarled, her face twisted into bestial fury. More blood sheeted down her arms. My ax left bloody scores, scraping along her bones. My hammer slammed into those iron limbs, quaking them.

I would defeat her.

“NO!” boomed the Paragon.

Her head shot up the hill. A flash of ruby caught my attention.

Kora stood on the summit. She held the amulet in her hand. She stared down at Prince Meinard, shoving Sven to the ground. Nathalie swung her flaming sword at the prince, her blows bouncing off the transformed man’s carapace.

Fear spread across the Paragon’s face. Kora holding the amulet frightened her. It gave me an opening. I swung both my weapons at the monster’s chest. My ax and hammer fell, crackling with the divine power of my armor. Krab created a work of art when he forged it.

My weapons blazed with radiant beauty.

They landed on the brute’s chest.

The thud of impact shook up my body. My ax sheered through a flabby breast and struck its iron rib cage. My hammer bounced off the sternum. The Paragon grunted. She stumbled back a step, head snapping down to me.

Her lips peeled back, revealing a mouth full of jumbled teeth, all different sizes and shape.

My attack didn’t kill her. I hardly hurt her. Blood sheeted from her severed breast, but her ribs were so strong. How could I hurt her? How could I harm her? How could I protect Greta? My family? How could I keep Kora alive?

The Paragon’s fist blurred at me. I struggled to recover from my attack, but I had put all my strength into my attack. I overextended myself to deliver the lethal blow. Now I was open. I had one option. I gathered the light. It burst from me, blinding sunlight engulfing me.

The Paragon closed her eyes, ready for this tactic.

Her fist slammed into my chest. Nothing blunted her blow. The armor groaned. I felt the metal drive into my flesh. My ribs cracked beneath it. I flew back as pain exploded through my lungs. I hit the ground with a thud.

Greta screamed.

Blood filled my mouth.

My entire body went numb.

The Paragon stood over me, death painted across her face.

I failed.

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