Stefan
Clarissa swung her blades gracefully at him. With each swing, he blocked with ease. She went after him with her blades for a full half an hour. Not once did she come close to drawing blood. She grew more aggravated with every movement.
Stefan enjoyed the physical activity. It wasn’t long before he was sweating. Clarissa aligned herself with her blades, moving swiftly and harmoniously with them.
But her lack of training was evident, allowing him to block, dodge or deflect without difficulty. He did not return her attack until the end. She swung her inexperienced blades at him, and he deflected it towards the ground.
Sliding skillfully along her arm, he moved behind her. From there, it was a simple maneuver to wrap her securely in his
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Stefan When Stefan trained men at the castle, they were grateful that he took his time to teach them. But she was so rebellious. And it bothered him when she didn’t take it seriously. It was a sign of disrespect. Not just disrespect for him but for the magic- and for the history- one that would be severely punished back home. But the raw emotions that she exhibited were intense. If she could just focus on what she was doing, she would be a force to be reckoned with. He explained to her already that her emotions were the wave that carried magic. ‘So where you direct your emotion is where you direct your magic.’ He was not afraid of her. She could onl
Clarissa After seeing the orb she manifested, Clarissa closed her eyes, and the fire diminished and burnt out. He stepped up to her and touched her shoulder. The flame suddenly lit again and then exploded, sending dangerous sparks everywhere. It left minor burns all over his face and arms, and her sweet face. Clarissa gasped and got up from the rock to see how badly she injured Stefan. “Are you alright?” He ignored the question as he examined the burns on her face. The red sores blemished her skin painfully and he flinched. He didn’t want her hurting. So he pulled out a cream from his bag. “It will help start the healing and ease some of the discomfort.” He offered softly.
Stefan Three men approached clumsily on foot. They looked confused. But Stefan didn’t recognize them. “Where are we now, Jimmy?” The shortest man asked. He was pudgy and smelled like week old beer. “After you failed to use Mr. Oliver correctly to get that pendant, it is no wonder you got us lost.” These must be the spirit welders that attacked Clarissa through Evander and the shopkeep. It was unacceptable and he would make them pay. He inched closer. “We are tracking the pendant, Spock.” The middle man responded impatiently. “And it was not my fault that girl attacked.” “Be patient, Jimmy, we just have to wait for the goristro to take her escort down. Then, we can grab her and the pendant for the mas
Stefan’s POV When Stefan got back to the campsite, it was trashed. The fire looked like it was lit for less than 5 minutes. The track marks across the dirt filled him with worry. He bit down on his bottom lip, as he followed both Clarissa and the demon across the forest floor. Blood dripped across the ground, leaving a sick feeling in his stomach. The blood itself did not bother him. It was the thought of Clarissa injured, lost and afraid. There was not enough blood for her wound to be fatal though. Judging by the tracks in the dirt, Goristro had run off in one direction. But Clarissa fell afterwards and someone picked her up, carrying her out of the campsite. Several feet outside the perimeter of the campsite, all signs went cold. There wa
Stefan Stefan resisted the urge to pull the other arrow out. It was amazing the man stayed awake this long. But it was obvious Jimmy couldn’t leave his well being in the hands of the ‘dullard’ he associated with. “Give me something to go on. How can I find her?” Stefan asked, feeling his impatience reaching its tipping point. Jimmy was shaking now. His body would go into shock, if it wasn't already. His death seemed imminent unless Stefan sent him back to town right now. When Jimmy spoke again his speech was slurred and heavily accented, “I think… I think there was another adventurer after her. We saw him in town. He wore a dark cloak. We didn’t get a good look at him. Maybe his hearthstone left traces of magic? You could trace it.”
Clarissa’s POV Clarissa embraced the darkness. It was quiet and unexpecting. The darkness understood her. It knew how to ease her stress and comfort her. It did not hound her for a necklace or pressure her for.. anything. She rolled over on the incredible softness the darkness offered her. “Clarissa…” The voice was distant and floated to her like a melody. It added to the undeniable comfort she found herself in. “Clarissa.” The voice said again in a patient sing-song voice. “Oh, my friend.” Imaginary or not, Mimi was always there with her. Usually, when Clarissa called Mimi imaginary, Mimi got mad. But right now, his concern was elsewhere. “I want
Righ’s POV Righ was waiting impatiently to hear any news about the relic's location. The giant throne room was located at the center of his loathsome, gloomy castle, which held none of the glory of his past accomplishments. The few servants scuttling around were mere shadows of the throngs that had once followed him. The iron castle, built into the side of a volcano, was a shell of a monument from a time before the great wars. After which, he was banished to the abandoned areas of the world that grew untamed with monsters and flourishing wildlife. There were constant thunderstorms. Red dirt kicked up in the wind and swirled around the castle in thick clouds, making it impossible to see at times. Sunlight reflected off the dirt and gave an u
Clarissa Blake was the first to step away from the tender moment they shared. Clarissa giggled as he held a set of plain wooden doors open for her. Blinding sunlight filled the corridor. She stepped through into a small private garden. The flowers were brightly colored and beautiful. Their aroma permeated the air heavily. It felt like a slice of heaven. A quick glance revealed they were alone. Her heartbeat swiftly in the cage of her ribs. She already shared an intimate connection with her tall, dark friend. He led her to a nearby bench and took her hands as they sat down. Once again, his entire focus was on her. She fought the urge to squirm under his scrutiny.