Clarissa
“I am glad that you came to see me before you left, my child. I can help equip you for your future journeys. You would not have had the chance had you chosen to wait to see me.” The purple sage spoke slowly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Clarissa said, fighting the urge to get up from her seat and sit at the old lady’s feet. She remembered doing so as a child during the festivals when it was storytime. “But didn’t you know I was going to come tonight?”
“Do you remember when the village went through that drought? I had already gathered the necessary supplies to overcome the storm. I had seen the drought bring fires and lost crops in my dreams. I saw our village destroyed and our clan struggling in the wilderness for food. Instead, we were ready.”
Stefan As soon as Stefan stepped into the night, the hut door slammed itself shut behind him. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “No worries, Violet will take good care of your little pet.” A silky voice echoed through his head. He put his hands on his ears but it did nothing to quiet the voice. He felt something pressing up against the side of his leg. “She is a very strong one.” The voice cooed. He looked down to see the foxen rubbing against him like a kitten. “I know the witch is powerful.” He retorted as he stared down at Chrome. Now the foxen was talking to him. Great! He
Clarissa Clarissa shuddered and was suddenly grateful they planned on leaving as soon as possible. “But I cannot leave you to fight…” She began to object. The purple sage grabbed her by the face and looked directly into her eyes. “Be wary of Mrs. Fairwater. She is not who you think she is.” “What does that mean?” Clarissa asked as the purple sage pushed her to the far back room of the hut. Her strength was insane for an elderly lady. But the door closed behind Clarissa without an answer. She glanced around the humble bedroom with ample cabinets and dressers. They made the sage's small bed look even smaller. She turned around and looked at the door closed behind her. She couldn’t just leave the purple sage to
Clarissa Clarissa was still cradled in Stefan's warm, sturdy arms. His closeness affected her intimately. “Why are you holding me like this?” She demanded. “Let me down.” His handsome smile grew teasing and larger. He let it hang around his lips lazily. His eyes sparkled with dangerous amusement. “Well, you were not going to leave town otherwise.” He said, pulling his horse to a stop before helping her down to the ground. “Feel free to mount your own horse.” He waved at the mare behind him. She walked over to it and climbed upon its back. It was easier to maneuver on the horse in the leather armor than in her
Clarissa Clarissa dismounted from her horse in a single movement. She appreciated once again how easy and straightforward movement was without the skirts in the way. “So, are we sleeping in shifts or…?” She remembered the tales of heroes who adventured together. One would stay up while the others slept to remain safe. He gave her half a smile before taking their horses by their reigns. “You go ahead and sleep. You need it more than I do.” She didn’t like being told what to do, especially by him, but he was right. The ground was surprisingly soft as she lay down on it. He pulled a bag off the side of his horse. “I am uns
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
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