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Title: Firelight; 1.0
Fandom: Original
Prompt: demons
Warnings: none
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The start of my NaNo story. Julia’s magic puts her in an unsavory situation.
The fire was still burning brightly around Julia’s hands when she heard the jingle of a harness and low padding of many feet walking in unison. She gasped, holding her burning hands close to her chest, uncaring of the flames as they licked at her clothes. It was hers, after all.
She was shivering, and her breath was fogging in the crisp morning air and her feet were clad in only sandals that did nothing to keep the cold away. She looked around her for a place to hide, but the road was deserted of life and foliage. The trees had all shed their leaves long ago, it seemed, as the branches were bare and the ground was covered with frosted leaves. Every move she made was announced with a crunch that sent chills of a different sort down her back. She sniffled and carefully made her way to the side of the road where a tree stood in all its naked glory.
She pressed her back to the rough bark, biting her lip against the bit of the bark on her back. She didn’t even have a coat. Tears threatened to fall, but she couldn’t dare to cry, not with strangers approaching so quickly.
She folded her hands together and stared hard at the flames still surrounding her hands. She’d never had her magic, her fire, act like this before. Then again, she’d never tried this spell before.
She cursed mental as she wondered what had gone wrong.
She had been practicing the spell for months before she actually applied magic to the incantation. Her trainer had said that she was doing everything just right and that she was now allowed to apply magic. They had set everything up just right and then there had been shouting.
A scream had ripped the air and Julia had turned to the source as two men ran from a dark alley, leaving behind a sobbing woman. Julia’s trainer had cursed loudly and reached for Julia, returning her attention to her magic. But it had been too late. The magic reacted with Julia’s staying thoughts and acted on its own.
She had been warned of this. She knew better than to let her attention slide, and now she had to face the consequences.
The fire circle had taken her into its belly and spat her out somewhere else.
Julia shivered as the wind picked up and a horse whinnied.
She didn’t want anybody to see her. She couldn’t let anybody see her until her hands stopped burning. Did these people know of her kind? Did they fear them as demons. What would happen to her if she were caught like this? She felt tears slip from her eyes and fought back a sob as the horses finally emerged from the upward slope. She froze and prayed they wouldn’t notice her.
She should have known better. Really, she did, but she had hope.
A few of the hoses passed, but one rider edged his horse to the side of the road to watch his small troop pass him by, his horse’s tail swishing. Julia watched the black tail with wide eyes, she couldn’t take her eyes off it.
A soft curse made her start and she finally tore her eyes from the horse to the man on the beast.
He was dressed like a Roman, kilt and helmet and sword and all. He fit the description of a Roman as well, tall, muscular, and handsome. His hair was black and straight where it peeked out from under the helmet and his eyes were a bright blue that was startling against the white backdrop of the cloud covered sky. And they were on her.
She felt the blood drain from her face and her feet moved without her brain telling them to. She was running deeper into the barren forest, just away.
A crash and shout let her know that the man was following her. She looked back only once to see that he had left the horse behind to better follow her. She sobbed and flung off her sandals to better run. Distantly, she realized that he wasn’t speaking English as he shouted after her.
She couldn’t stop. That sword looked deadly and this wasn’t home. There were no police just around the corner to help her, and there was no going to hide under the blankets at home to forget this all happened.
Branches slapped her cheeks and hands and tore at her hair. She was crying in earnest now, tears leaving trails down her cheeks that burned, then froze in the chilly wind. Her fire did nothing for her. It was what put her in this mess in the first place she thought. She held her hands protectively before her as she ran.
She jumped over a thick root and just as her feet touched the ground again, he tackled her, his full weight crashing into her smaller body and sending them both falling to the ground. She gasped loudly as the air was knocked from her lungs. His body was heavy where he laid on top her, one thick arm around her waist and the other hand fumbling under her body for her hands. She kicked out at him, but he was a bull and she but a fly.
Her fire burnt him and he laughed at the burns, his hold never weakening. She pressed one burning hand to his arm and he finally pulled away when the smell of burnt skin filled the air.
Her protests were nothing to him as he flipped her over and knelt over her, holding her hands in his, careful not to touch the flames around her palms and fingers, and a manic grin on his face. He had lost his helmet at some point and his hair fell over his brow, making him look remarkably boyish.
His eyes were on her hands where he held them before her. He looked so excited it gave her pause. For a moment the only sound in the forest was her harsh breathing.
He licked his lips then finally met her frightened gaze. She gulped at the near crazed look in them.
“You can you fire magic,” he said and she could only stare at him in stunned silence. “I have a use for you.”
Her lungs were hurting and her head was swimming. She panted and tugged gently at his grasp, knowing that she couldn’t break it. Panic had taken hold of her and now the high from the chase was waning. As her eyes lost focus and her mind began to shut down, she had one last thought.
He speaks Latin rather well.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: demons
Warnings: none
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The start of my NaNo story. Julia’s magic puts her in an unsavory situation.
The fire was still burning brightly around Julia’s hands when she heard the jingle of a harness and low padding of many feet walking in unison. She gasped, holding her burning hands close to her chest, uncaring of the flames as they licked at her clothes. It was hers, after all.
She was shivering, and her breath was fogging in the crisp morning air and her feet were clad in only sandals that did nothing to keep the cold away. She looked around her for a place to hide, but the road was deserted of life and foliage. The trees had all shed their leaves long ago, it seemed, as the branches were bare and the ground was covered with frosted leaves. Every move she made was announced with a crunch that sent chills of a different sort down her back. She sniffled and carefully made her way to the side of the road where a tree stood in all its naked glory.
She pressed her back to the rough bark, biting her lip against the bit of the bark on her back. She didn’t even have a coat. Tears threatened to fall, but she couldn’t dare to cry, not with strangers approaching so quickly.
She folded her hands together and stared hard at the flames still surrounding her hands. She’d never had her magic, her fire, act like this before. Then again, she’d never tried this spell before.
She cursed mental as she wondered what had gone wrong.
She had been practicing the spell for months before she actually applied magic to the incantation. Her trainer had said that she was doing everything just right and that she was now allowed to apply magic. They had set everything up just right and then there had been shouting.
A scream had ripped the air and Julia had turned to the source as two men ran from a dark alley, leaving behind a sobbing woman. Julia’s trainer had cursed loudly and reached for Julia, returning her attention to her magic. But it had been too late. The magic reacted with Julia’s staying thoughts and acted on its own.
She had been warned of this. She knew better than to let her attention slide, and now she had to face the consequences.
The fire circle had taken her into its belly and spat her out somewhere else.
Julia shivered as the wind picked up and a horse whinnied.
She didn’t want anybody to see her. She couldn’t let anybody see her until her hands stopped burning. Did these people know of her kind? Did they fear them as demons. What would happen to her if she were caught like this? She felt tears slip from her eyes and fought back a sob as the horses finally emerged from the upward slope. She froze and prayed they wouldn’t notice her.
She should have known better. Really, she did, but she had hope.
A few of the hoses passed, but one rider edged his horse to the side of the road to watch his small troop pass him by, his horse’s tail swishing. Julia watched the black tail with wide eyes, she couldn’t take her eyes off it.
A soft curse made her start and she finally tore her eyes from the horse to the man on the beast.
He was dressed like a Roman, kilt and helmet and sword and all. He fit the description of a Roman as well, tall, muscular, and handsome. His hair was black and straight where it peeked out from under the helmet and his eyes were a bright blue that was startling against the white backdrop of the cloud covered sky. And they were on her.
She felt the blood drain from her face and her feet moved without her brain telling them to. She was running deeper into the barren forest, just away.
A crash and shout let her know that the man was following her. She looked back only once to see that he had left the horse behind to better follow her. She sobbed and flung off her sandals to better run. Distantly, she realized that he wasn’t speaking English as he shouted after her.
She couldn’t stop. That sword looked deadly and this wasn’t home. There were no police just around the corner to help her, and there was no going to hide under the blankets at home to forget this all happened.
Branches slapped her cheeks and hands and tore at her hair. She was crying in earnest now, tears leaving trails down her cheeks that burned, then froze in the chilly wind. Her fire did nothing for her. It was what put her in this mess in the first place she thought. She held her hands protectively before her as she ran.
She jumped over a thick root and just as her feet touched the ground again, he tackled her, his full weight crashing into her smaller body and sending them both falling to the ground. She gasped loudly as the air was knocked from her lungs. His body was heavy where he laid on top her, one thick arm around her waist and the other hand fumbling under her body for her hands. She kicked out at him, but he was a bull and she but a fly.
Her fire burnt him and he laughed at the burns, his hold never weakening. She pressed one burning hand to his arm and he finally pulled away when the smell of burnt skin filled the air.
Her protests were nothing to him as he flipped her over and knelt over her, holding her hands in his, careful not to touch the flames around her palms and fingers, and a manic grin on his face. He had lost his helmet at some point and his hair fell over his brow, making him look remarkably boyish.
His eyes were on her hands where he held them before her. He looked so excited it gave her pause. For a moment the only sound in the forest was her harsh breathing.
He licked his lips then finally met her frightened gaze. She gulped at the near crazed look in them.
“You can you fire magic,” he said and she could only stare at him in stunned silence. “I have a use for you.”
Her lungs were hurting and her head was swimming. She panted and tugged gently at his grasp, knowing that she couldn’t break it. Panic had taken hold of her and now the high from the chase was waning. As her eyes lost focus and her mind began to shut down, she had one last thought.
He speaks Latin rather well.