Their second meeting was in a deep, ancient and magical forest that sat on the border of their countries. None of the kingdoms claimed it as their own, because only the strongest mages could go into its depths and survive. The forest had its own rules, and only the strong were allowed to live.β£
Adelaide went in there with her half-brother on an important mission tied to the king of Constantinia. But more than that, it was a personal quest for her. She waited patiently for the right time. The perfect time. The perfect π¦πΉπ€πΆπ΄π¦.β£
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To kill her brother.β£
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It did come, and she took it upon herself to end his life under the pretense of insubordination. It was, after all, true that she was his superior and that he had challenged her authority and even struck out at her. But it was she that had carefully laid the groundwork for him to do so. Just as she was about to bring down her fist filled with wrath and vengeance on her half-brother, she stopped cold.β£
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There was a familiar presence in the forest. After all, how could one forget such a sickeningly abstract aura. Neither warm nor cool. Neither evil nor good. As calm as the surface of unbroken water. And just as tasteless.β£
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βTo think I would witness the fearless fighter I had battled with three years ago turn their fist to their subordinate.β She heard him say, his clear voice echoing in this space filled with magic.β£
It only made her laugh. ππ©π’π΅ ππΆπ€π¬ π΄π©π¦ π©π’π₯.β£
βAnd to think that I would be graced with the presence of the God of War himself. Truly...β she stood up, turning to face her old adversary. βI must be ππ°π·π¦π₯ by the heavens.ββ£
//sometimes I am compelled to write ππ tis Wild//