The Prisoner sat in the dark, eyes shut in meditation, but outside the walls she could hear the faint explosions. Her lips twitched a little, as her eyes flew open.
Red streaks of light slowly appeared on the doors, and then exploded into dust, nearly sweeping her back.
A guard walked in.
He stretched out his hand and chanted. "Cadenas Solvantur!"
The chains binding her hands and feet fell off. She rose and almost staggered.
She flicked dust from her prison uniform, and asked. "Dust. Really?"
A brief flash of hurt crosses his eyes, before his expression smoothened out.
They jerked their heads to the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone was yelling orders.
She drew a deep breath of impatience. "Well I hope your magic can actually deliver, because it looks like we're about to have an audience."
"Working on it!" He held out two fingers and red flicks shot out as he traced a triangle, with them in the middle.
"...We have you surrounded." A guard called from outside.
She gripped his shoulder, any moment from now, they would open fire on them. He chanted again:
Venti dello spazio e del tempo
Escucha mi IIamada, Tus poderes divinos
Ubi damnati habitant
La oscuridad obliga!
"Open fire!" Someone called.
A loud boom thundered, but before it could hit them, a flash of light enveloped them.
When she opened her eyes, she was falling hundred of feet in the air. Her accomplice, dived for her just in time, and caught her hand.
Then he zoomed off through the clouds, along with her.
"You're welcome." He called to her. "So, how does it feel?"
The Prisoner could see the orange hues, and clouds, but she could also smell the rot, no different from her former cell.
"I have no desire for sight-seeing," She spotted an old archaic castle standing on a cliff side. "I hope you have an actual plan for breaking in."
"Exactly," He released her hand, but she couldn't feel gravity pulling her down thanks to his spell. He clasped his hands together.
"Ignis eruptio, liberatio!" He shouted, and punched his fists forward. A wave of red flicks shot at a section of the castle, the walls there crumpled.
"Let's go!" She cried and shot forward, with him in front.
She flew right into the throne room, and her feet planted to the ground, sitting on the throne was an unstoppable force of evil. He sat upon his throne, he was midnight-blue skinned, with runes tattooed on his bare muscled chest, his clawed fangs gripped the arm of his chair tightly, a black crown sat over his head.
"Who dares disturb me in my home?!" He growled in a booming voice.
She stepped forward and mentioned her name. "I am nothing but a humble messenger of justice—"
His lips parted a little, his eyes flashed with disbelief. "You look like an invalid."
She ignored his comment and spoke carefully. "A follower of the ancient ways, I merely seek to restore order and reunite our realms."
His black beady eyes deepened. "You come from Mytheria?!" He snapped. "So, your Kings and Queens insult me by sending insects, breaking my favorite room in the castle? You'll die for that."
She lifted brow at the untidy and desolated space. "Where are your minions?"
He grunted. "Banished them for the week."
She nearly stuttered at the news. It explained the lack of guards. "Lord Daermagon was once said to be the most ruthless being to ever exist, bringer of chaos, and slayer of magic folk. I told you who I am, the real question is; who are you?"
The King of Monsters rose, a giant sabre appeared in his hand. He took a step forward, dragging the blade through the floor, its shriek echoed.
She heard a thundering stampede around them.
"I think he called them back." Her companion announced.
"As I said," The King sneered. "You'll die for that."
She saw shadows creeping in through spaces, the undead were climbing through the hold they had broken into, shrieking for hunger.
"Globus Lucis!" Her companion chanted.
She ducked as The King of Monsters swung his sword, while streams of light swarmed the monsters gathering around. He kicked her and she flew back, rolling with a thud, the impact had cracked a rib or two.
As she struggled to stand, a fist pounded her back, digging into the floor. He was right above her.
"Weak, pathetic, as expected," the King of Monsters said.
She stretched her hand weakly; her companion was busy fighting off the monsters with magic blasts.
"...Surrender." She groaned, flipping to her back.
"I take no prisoners." The King of Monsters said.
"Surrender to me." She repeated as she flipped to her back.
He laughed maniacally. "I'll hang your heads on my wall." The King of Monsters declared, raising his blade to strike.
Well, I tried. She grabbed his arm weakly. "Vim abstergeo tibi!"
The King of Monsters roared as waves of black energy, his runes flowed into the Prisoner, who began to grin as she grew stronger, rising to her feet, watching him go down on his knees.
"What...is this?!" He barked with a strain in his voice.
She cried out from the overwhelming energy. Was it too much for her to carry? She thought. Either way, she liked this.
The other monsters stopped to watch as their King began to shrivel into a dark grey husk.
She conjured a midnight blue body suit with armor, and glared at him. "Goodbye, Your Highness."
She yanked his crown from his head forcefully.
"Nooo!" He roared as she blasted him with her new powers. He exploded in a shower of sparks, while she stared with confusion.
"You did it." Her companion called to her victoriously.
She placed the crown over her head, it magically fit the size of her head as she turned to face her new subjects, who began to cower in fear.
"She killed him." One of them screeched.
"Impossible." Another said.
"Kneel." She ordered. "Or die."
Slowly, they went low declaring their sign of loyalty to her.
There was so much to be done.
* * * * * * * *
One year later...
The clash of steel, and magic blasts filled the air. Knights and monsters raged in battle. Dozens lay dead. It didn't matter.
More would be sacrificed for her cause.
She flew mid-air, watching the Squires fighting, one fairy flew at her, spear raised. She waved her hand and blasted him with black energy, creating a hole in the boy's belly, ignoring the plummeting corpse.
She landed, walked past the bodies. Summoning her powers, she sent blasts of daggers killing scores of the remaining Squires. An adult sorceress had protected herself from the blast, with a blue magic shield.
She zipped forward summoning multiple chains whipping from all directions, the sorceress blasted them with bolts.
She grabbed the sorceress' neck and squeezed, removing her helmet.
"This would end quickly if you surrender." She sneered.
"You...will...never win." The sorceress grunted as she struggled for air.
"Asterisci impetus!" A voice cried.
A magic shuriken struck her face, she staggered back, dropping her captive to the ground.
She looked up to see a Squire firing shurikens, in her direction, she dodged, batting them off easily, followed by a magic blast that sent her staggering back. Something hot dripped down her cheek. She reached to touch it.
Blood?
Impossible.
She watched the Squire fight off the monsters attacking her with blasts. Her form was basic, but almost chaotic?
Who was this?
She had to have that power.
She began to fly again.
Vines gripped her leg, grabbing her limbs. The older sorceress seemed to have gained her strength.
The vines began to circle her into a sphere, blocking her vision.
"Run!" She heard the older sorceress yell at the squire. "Go..."
No.
With her might, she destroyed the vines and gained freedom, she grabbed the sorceress using a conjured giant serpent, when the sorceress tried to lift her hand she slashed the arm off watching her captive cry in pain.
The young Squire had fled the battlefield.
She returned her attention to the older sorceress's bleeding limb. "Now look what you made me do."