Magic

The shimmer of white disappeared in an instant. The spell had
been broken and the Elf had proven herself worthy of the title
sorceress. She had mastered what most normally dream of, the
ability to control magic. Now she was the most deadly being alive.

She was brought up as an assassin from birth, and had the powers
of a seductress with her wavy ebony hair, and cloud blue eyes. Any
man that glimpsed her was almost immediately under her control.
Now with the mastery of magic she could bring anyone under her
control, or destroy them with the wave of her hand.

Being young for an elf but almost an adult in human years, she
should not have come into this power so quickly. At the tender age
of 16 she had what most elves with the power of magic had when
they were at least 100 years old, or even older.

At once the elders were alerted to the fact that the chosen one
had found her calling, she had the birthmark, and now she had shown
her ability. She must be quickly taught to use the power for good
and not for evil, and yet destroy to complete her mission.

Still in her room and without warning she was surrounded by 10
elders, knocked unconscious and taken away from everything she was
familiar with. This is the moment her true training began.

She awoke with a start some 15 hours later when the spell wore
off, she could easily have taken the elves, if she had not been taken
by surprise and if she had been trained properly. But as for now she
was trapped in this room with no signs of getting out.

All of the sudden a bombardment of magic came from all the
walls to attack her, she was able to fend them off, but not without
her hardships...tests like these went on for days. Some of them were
in the form of humans that she had to kill, and then while she slept
messages were transmitted to her with brain-contact.

The whole time one thought was running through her mind, and
that was "Why am I here, who brought me here? What are they doing
to me? What am I being trained for?".

Soon she was released and once again began to practice on
herself with her two skills of assassination and magic. She was
separated from the rest of the world, and learned alone in exile. In
this time she became more compelled to hurt those that had made
her life what she perceived as a living hell.

She perfected her skills to a great accuracy. Knives and mental
intimidation were her specialty. From 200 feet she could hit a
target within 1 centimeter of what she wanted to hit. Her mind was
able to probe what others thought, and with that she would embed
their deepest fear into their head, playing on and on forever and ever
past the point of insanity to the point where you aren't alive but you
are dead.

Her stealth was comparable to that of the wind. A slight rustle
of the leaves never gave away her presence though. She would sneak
up on animals with the most acute hearing. The ability to attack 10
beings at a time was perfected in no time. Leaping and flipping
through the forest she could knock out a bear with just her feet and
a jump. She was literally a deadly weapon, even without her magic.
Her bitterness showed through it all though. Her family, freedom,
and privacy of mind had been taken from her. She gained the later
two back...in a way. She was not truly free, nor would she be until
she had avenged the childhood taken from her. Her vow was to kill
those that had done this to her.

She took out her anger on the poor people of the neighboring
country-side. She stole, murdered, and drove people insane for the
fun of it.

She would only go out at night, and then she wore a cloak of pure
black spun from a Nightshade-widow spiders web. She was almost
literally invisible, and never withdrew the hood, except to those she
killed.

One day after almost a year of this torturous training, she found
an elven village. They were people of her own. This very village was
actually no village at all, but the residence of the elders of the elven
nation. Huts housed 10 of these powerful men...and fortunately for
her, all 10 that had done this to her lived in the same hut. The was
not really all that coincidental because once you joined a hut you did
everything together. With her mental power she probed the minds of
all in the camp. With the mental impressions she had been given she
found the hut that housed the dastardly 10.

A quick twitch of the wrist brought her to the middle of the hut,
where she stood in a ring of fire. Her look took on that of a demon,
as she smiled with her most seductive glance, and her eyes glowed
with murder.

Hands raised in a flash to the sky as the fire began to swirl
around the room engulfing everything. Screams of terror entered the
mind of those dying, and then a laughter of evilness that shocked
your very soul entered all their minds. It was that instant that they
recognized their creation! It was all theirs, and no one to control it.
Minds were quickly shattered with the laughter that had turned to
bitter crying, and then a high pitch scream as the innocence that was
left and the child within this woman/girl left. No more would she
think life could be good, no more would she gain joy from seeing a
fawn being born, never again would she let a creature live out of
mercy, never again...her soul had been lost.

With this last thought, all the elders gave up the fight and let the
fire engulf them. A sudden flash of light entered the room,
destroying all traces that life had ever been there, no mystical
imprint, and the elf woman was no more. Returning to her life in the
forest to live forever with the thought that she had won. Her life
had been fulfilled.

Not more than 5 years after she happened upon the lair of a
dragon. These were only fabled in what she knew of, but as she
stepped in further she knew of its truth. Far within the vast
expanses of cave a dragon by the name of Puff lived. His magic was
fabled to exceed even that of the chosen one. At once he knew who
had entered his cavern. In a giant cloud of smoke and flutter of
wings she was carried unconscious to his side.

Gold flashed across the cavern as he turned elven. He looked so
young, no older than 25, yet he was over 1 millennia old. With kind
gentle sea green eyes he gazed down at her, and knew then and there
she was the one destined to travel with him.

Murder was in her heart when she awoke, the same thing had
happened before and those who had done that to her were now dead,
and so would this man. With a flash and flick of her wrist a knife
flew from her arm and headed straight for his head, un-nervingly he
caught it. In that second she knew she belonged to him for all
eternity. Paralyzed, she stood on her ground as he came up to give
her a kiss of true love. Suddenly she was in the state of dream and
awake, not knowing what she had done in her past...she had died and
been reborn. Her old ways were dead. An up gust of wind came from
nowhere and the two were carried away across the stars, forever
going from one planet to the next. She was able to use her mind to
keep questions from being asked, and when someone became too
inquiring she would use her deathly knifing or kicking skills to
silence them forever. This is the way the two spent their lives for
the rest of infinity and back, and in infinity is where they stayed.

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