This Dark, evil place will be her grave. At least, that’s what they said. The Mysterious Man, however, has told the captured woman differently. He promised a freedom with one simple task. All she must do is defeat the three champions; Agor, Bheithir, and the worst one, death himself.
The near pitch black cell was torture. It was of the purest stone, forged by the giants themselves. There was only one crack, one tiny spot where light could seep through. One tiny spot where she may get water from. If to only make it worse, the only way out was through the arena.
Alaena Hamel used to be the most famous, and the most feared. Once she took up the title of “The assassin of The North.” Who would have thought a stupid, evil king, could take her down. If …show more content…
I, although looking like a normal person, now had skin stronger than anything in this realm, or the next. Bheithir took his final swing, crashing into the sandy ground of the arena. I simply hopped on his scorched arm and cut off his hand. The blade slipped through the solid rock like a knife through a warmed piece of butter.
Bheithir screeched, but allowed Alaena to run up his arm. He took one swing with his other arm, but came back with a nub just under the elbow. As She neared his neck, the magical killer started losing strength. Come on! Finish this! Bheithir was silent as Alaena dug the magical blade into his neck and flung herself over, slitting his throat. When she hit the ground, everything went black.
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Alaena Hamel woke up, but didn’t move. The Mysterious Man outside was outside the cell, “Why don’t you just kill her! She’s taken two of my champions!”
“Well sir, we couldn’t have possibly known she had magic…” The guard’s voice trailed off, realizing his mistake.
“Did you test?” The Mysterious man hissed. That was it, he was the king, the Mysterious Man was the king.
“Well, no sir.” The guard said
The near pitch black cell was torture. It was of the purest stone, forged by the giants themselves. There was only one crack, one tiny spot where light could seep through. One tiny spot where she may get water from. If to only make it worse, the only way out was through the arena.
Alaena Hamel used to be the most famous, and the most feared. Once she took up the title of “The assassin of The North.” Who would have thought a stupid, evil king, could take her down. If …show more content…
I, although looking like a normal person, now had skin stronger than anything in this realm, or the next. Bheithir took his final swing, crashing into the sandy ground of the arena. I simply hopped on his scorched arm and cut off his hand. The blade slipped through the solid rock like a knife through a warmed piece of butter.
Bheithir screeched, but allowed Alaena to run up his arm. He took one swing with his other arm, but came back with a nub just under the elbow. As She neared his neck, the magical killer started losing strength. Come on! Finish this! Bheithir was silent as Alaena dug the magical blade into his neck and flung herself over, slitting his throat. When she hit the ground, everything went black.
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Alaena Hamel woke up, but didn’t move. The Mysterious Man outside was outside the cell, “Why don’t you just kill her! She’s taken two of my champions!”
“Well sir, we couldn’t have possibly known she had magic…” The guard’s voice trailed off, realizing his mistake.
“Did you test?” The Mysterious man hissed. That was it, he was the king, the Mysterious Man was the king.
“Well, no sir.” The guard said