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Queen V wrote: "what's been going on in your life?"

Currently I have exams going on.
11 reviews pending on gr.
And I’m working on my story.

What about you? :)

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BookDuck | Maddie wrote: "Good Luck on your exams!!!"

Thank you Maddie! :)

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BookDuck | Maddie wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "BookDuck | Maddie wrote: "Good Luck on your exams!!!"

Thank you Maddie! :)"

I'm sure you will do great!"

Thank you.🥺

[Queen V™]

Bhavya wrote: "Queen V wrote: "what's been going on in your life?"

Currently I have exams going on.
11 reviews pending on gr.
And I’m working on my story.

What about you? :)"


I'm in self isolation rn

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Queen V wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Queen V wrote: "what's been going on in your life?"

Currently I have exams going on.
11 reviews pending on gr.
And I’m working on my story.

What about you? :)"


I'm in self isolat..."

Oh. Due to covid?

[Orla]

Bhavya wrote: " Ch 2: Agatha

Agatha slid in the shadows, her black cloak tucked tightly around her. She moved swiftly, and if someone saw her, they would not comment. Some would perhaps salute, and she would ei..."

love this!!!! i'm so invested
i want to know what the task is 👀

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Orla wrote: "Bhavya wrote: " Ch 2: Agatha

Agatha slid in the shadows, her black cloak tucked tightly around her. She moved swiftly, and if someone saw her, they would not comment. Some would perhaps salute, a..."

Thank you.❤️
You’ll find out soon enough, maybe. :)

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Orla wrote: "Bhavya wrote: " Ch 2: Agatha

Agatha slid in the shadows, her black cloak tucked tightly around her. She moved swiftly, and if someone saw her, they would not comment. Some would perhaps salute, a..."

Which characters pov do you like more?
Irene or agatha?

[Orla]

Bhavya wrote: "Orla wrote: "Bhavya wrote: " Ch 2: Agatha

Agatha slid in the shadows, her black cloak tucked tightly around her. She moved swiftly, and if someone saw her, they would not comment. Some would perh..."

hmm i loved both, but i think i liked irene's pov more!

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Orla wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Orla wrote: "Bhavya wrote: " Ch 2: Agatha

Agatha slid in the shadows, her black cloak tucked tightly around her. She moved swiftly, and if someone saw her, they would not comment. ..."

Ok!
I’m curious to see who your fav character will be. :)

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Do you have any criticisms? :)

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I guess everyone went...

[Mrunal]

Hi

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Mrunal wrote: "Hi"

Hi Mrunal!

[Mrunal]

So now I'm finally going to read you story. I'm so excited.

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Mrunal wrote: "So now I'm finally going to read you story. I'm so excited."

Aww thank you. Hope you like it.
🥰

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Did you read it Mrunal?:)

[Mrunal]

I'm still reading.

[Mrunal]

Prologue is done

[Mrunal]

And I'm confused

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Mrunal wrote: "And I'm confused"

Aah the prologue is meant to be confusing. You’ll see.
Should I pate ch 1&2 again?

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Here’s ch 1


Ch 1: Irene

“How many are there?” Irene asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Fifty dead, thirty wounded, Princess.”

Irene sighed. Thirty was too many. It could be worse, she reminded herself. She nodded to the servant. “Tell them I’ll be there in a minute.” She quickly pulled her hair into a braid and took the bandages out of the box.

Irene rushed outside, all the supplies in her hand and tried to steady her breath. She always felt like this when there was war. Scared and terrified. How many more deaths? How many more wounded?

There were only four other healers in SpringTown. Two of them were mere children.The rest of the Magic Users had to be trained for the field. War was too often, and the more soldiers the better.

Thirty wounded and only five to heal, she thought bitterly. It was unfair.

“Who should I tend to?” She asked Turnip, the youngest of them, who was wrapping a bandage around one of the soldiers. It was always a difficult question to ask. Every wounded deserved a chance at survival, and Irene hated saying no to anyone.

He hesitated. “The General seems the most hurt, Princess.” He pointed towards a cabin she’d seen Pipa, another Healer, enter a moment ago.

Princess. Her heart ached at the word.

A reminder, that though she hated it she would always be a Princess. She wasn’t a Healer like them.

But she was. She knew she was.

Irene nodded at Turnip, and left towards the cabin. Now wasn’t the time.

Pipa looked at Irene when she entered. She bowed slightly, tipping her head.

Irene looked at the General, and willed herself to calm. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Good, better.

“What happened?” She asked, and her voice came out firm, even though her heart raced.

“He’s used too much magic. It’s drained him.” Pipa said.

“How much magic?” There was only one way to fuel drained magic, by extracting the magic of another magic user.

It was risky business, one that couldn’t be done without a Royals permission. Which is why she was called.

She should have known.

Pipa considered. “They said he took down five at a time, Princess.”

“Five soldiers?” Irene asked. Five soldiers was a lot but nothing the General hadn’t handled before. She’d seen him take down worse and always return with a grin. She had only tended to him once, and that had been on her insisting. This was different. Whatever harmed the General was brutal.

“No. Five Slayers.”

Irene almost gasped, but composed herself well. They hadn’t told her there’d be Slayers in the fight. She wouldn't have let them go if she’d known.

“I’ll fuel him.” She said finally.

“No.” Pipa said. “I can’t let you take the risk. I only needed your permission, which I got, so I fuel him with my magic.” Pipa said, then added “Your highness.”

Irene suppressed a sigh. “I’m not permitting you to fuel. I’m doing it, and you are helping the others.”

Pipa shook her head. “With due respect Princes, it’s too risky and The King will have my head.”

Irene gave a bitter laugh. “I’m not giving you an option. It’s an order. Besides the King has no authority over the Healing department. So don’t bother and leave.”

Pipa sighed, opened her mouth and closed it again. “Good.” thought Irene. If they wanted to call her Princess, they better learn to take orders.

She studied the General now. His usually neatly combed black hair was now ruffled and there were far too many scars on his face. Most of his injuries were healed, that must have been Pipa’s doing, but Irene could feel the uneasiness in the air.

Magic was their life. Magic was their heart. Magic was their soul. And The General would be dead without it.

Irene took another deep breath as she redied herself for the pain to come.

Magic Fuelling was a draining activity and she’d only ever had to do it once before.

She cast a silent prayer in her head asking the Gods to take care of her kingdom if she died. Not that they cared anyways, if the Gods really did then there wouldn’t be a war going on.

She flicked her fingers and poured her magic out, and her green light came, sparkling like a wave.

The light slid from her arms as the General's heartbeat started rising. She choked but she pressed on. Five more minutes should be enough. Just five more minutes.

The General now moved his hand slightly, still unconscious and a speck of his blue light radiated out, then went off. “Not enough.” She rasped. He needs more.

She pulled more magic out of her hands clenching her teeth. It was too cold now. It drained her too much.

The room was now packed with light, green and blue and if anyone entered they would mostly be burned to death.

The General slowly opened his eyes. “Princess?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Irene smiled at him, trying to get herself to move when her legs wobbled and the world blanked out.

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Ch 2-

Ch 2: Agatha

Agatha slid in the shadows, her black cloak tucked tightly around her. She moved swiftly, and if someone saw her, they would not comment. Some would perhaps salute, and she would either give them a nod or ignore them entirely. It wasn’t rare for such things to happen there anyways.

“General Winget.” Someone called from behind her, which caused her to stop.

She fidgeted with the blade in her hand, waiting. Mostly a messenger, an assassin wouldn’t attack now. No assassin would call her name before an attack. That would be foolish.

It was a man who had called her. He was tall, his blue eyes gleaming in the dark. He also surprisingly, wore glasses. Which meant he was either human or a wizard, and she was currently not interested in talking with either. They reminded her too much of a life she had, and a life she could have had if she’d made a different choice.

But she hadn’t, so here she was.

She contemplated turning and walking off, but knew how that would look. General Agatha Winget of the Slayers, walking away from a mortal. Pathetic.

"How may I help you?" Agatha asked, trying to get a better glance at the person in front of her. Slayers had the special ability to see through glammers. Which is why they were Slayers in the first place.

The man panted, as though he had run several miles. Then again, he might have.

"I have a message for you, General." He said, his voice still a bit rugged.

"What is it?" Agatha asked. She couldn’t see any glamour on this man, but she ought to have been able to tell who the person was by now. She'd never had any difficulty with it before.

Agatha bit the inside of the lip, trying to focus. This man had some other kind of glamour, or maybe he wasn’t wearing one at all. But that was unlikely.

The man bowed, and pulled out a scroll from his pocket. Agatha tried to sneak a look, she couldn’t see any signs of magic on his hands. Was he really stupid enough to come here without a glamour? "Here." He said, handing the scroll over.

Agatha peered at the note. She shook her head. "There's no way I'm doing that." She declared.

Sweat dripped from the man's brow. "Please General-"

“No.”

“But General-”

“I said no.”

The man’s shoulders slumped, and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“It’s an order, General. They made me swear. ” He said, his voice quivering slightly.

They made him swear, which meant he’d given a blood oath. She sighed. If she rejected him, he would die.

Another innocent would be dead because of her. She’d lost count by now.

“I was told you would reject it,” The man began. He pulled out another slip of paper from his pocket, and Agatha stared unblinking. “Could you give this to my family when I’m gone?” He asked softly.

Family. The words formed a lump in her throat. Memories flashed in her mind, and she pinched her sleeve to shove them down.

So not only an innocent, but one with a family. Excellent.

She sighed again. “I will consider.”

The man’s face lit up. “Thank you, General.” He said.

Agatha had formed a discussion. This man was stupid. "You do know what this means right?" She said. "It's a ridiculous risk." She was now certain this man was a wizard, because it was unlikely for a human to deliver such an important message.

The man looked away. "Is there really another choice?"

The fifth time. This was the fifth time she got the same proposal. The same request she rejected all this while. Now she supposed it was the time to accept, because if she didn’t this man would die.

Smart move on the messengers part, sending someone with a blood oath. She knew the consequences of the spell very well. Far too well for her liking.

Agatha asked the question she was dreading. "If I agree, what will I get in return?"

"Your camp will be rewarded, and you all will be given anything you wish." The man answered, in a matter of factly manner.

Definitely a stupid wizard. "You misunderstood my question wizard, I asked what will I get in return?"

The man's expression went blank. "I will convey whatever message you wish, General."

"Good." Said Agatha. "What is your name?" The words she would always have to ask.

"Christopher." The man said, and bowed again. "At your service."

She stared at him for a while, trying to remember his face, even though they all blurred into one at the end.

Christopher. Christopher the wizard.

Christopher with blue eyes and black hair and one who wore glasses.

Christopher the stupid wizard.

This one she would remember.

Maybe.

Rest in peace Christopher, she thought numbly.

If the messenger believed sending someone with a blood oath would change her mind so easily, they were wrong.

But she could pretend. Pretending was nice.

Pretending almost felt like real. But it wasn’t real. That was the point.

Agatha smiled. "Well then Christopher, write on."

[Laura]

Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!

[Mrunal]

CONGRATULATIONS FOR BEING #1 ON THE LEADERBOARD!!!!!

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A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

Yes!
I wrote these. :)
Thank you Laura.

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Mrunal wrote: "CONGRATULATIONS FOR BEING #1 ON THE LEADERBOARD!!!!!"

THANK YOU MRUNAL!🥺

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A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as well. :)

[Niharika✩]

Mrunal wrote: "CONGRATULATIONS FOR BEING #1 ON THE LEADERBOARD!!!!!"

She's right! Congrats, Bhavya!

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Niharika wrote: "Mrunal wrote: "CONGRATULATIONS FOR BEING #1 ON THE LEADERBOARD!!!!!"

She's right! Congrats, Bhavya!"

Thank you! :)

[Niharika✩]

Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as well. :)"

WRITING GROUP!!!!!! I'll make it if you won't!

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Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as well. :)"

WRITING GROUP!!!!!! I'll make it if you won't!"

Ok ok I will soon...

[Laura]

I just read the prologue!! I'm so intrigued!! I love your writing <3

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A. Laura wrote: "I just read the prologue!! I'm so intrigued!! I love your writing <3"

Thank you.🥺

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Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as well. :)"

WRITING GROUP!!!!!! I'll make it i..."

I made one.
But I can’t add you till I’m friends, so I’ll send you an invite!

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Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as well. :)"

WRITING GROUP!!!!!!..."

I’m not able to send you an invite...
Can you send me instead.

[[deleted user]]

I HAVE ACCEPTED THANKETH BHAVYA

ALSO CONGRATS ON NUMBER ONE!!!!

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Navya wrote: "I HAVE ACCEPTED THANKETH BHAVYA

ALSO CONGRATS ON NUMBER ONE!!!!"

THANK YOU!🥺

[Niharika✩]

Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as well. :)"

WRIT..."

I'll join from your profile

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Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a prologue scene as ..."

No, I kept the group secret. It won’t show up.

[[deleted user]]

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[Niharika✩]

Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!!"

There’s a p..."

Make it private then

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Navya wrote: "."

Glitchreads again?

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Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "Bhavya wrote: "A. Laura wrote: "Hi Bhavya! I am confused, you wrote these chapters? I liked them a lot!..."

I made it private. Once you’ve joined I’ll do it secret again.

[Niharika✩]

I asked permission

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Niharika wrote: "I asked permission"

Yes, I’ve added you. :)

[[deleted user]]

hmm

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Navya wrote: "hmm"

?

[Niharika✩]

Bhavya wrote: "Niharika wrote: "I asked permission"

Yes, I’ve added you. :)"

Now I can be one of the first people to read your writing and I'm so EXCITED!

[[deleted user]]

Bhavya wrote: "Navya wrote: "hmm"

?"

it was glitching, i didnt know what to type