Wielder Of Fate

Chapter 7: The Hunt

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Dear Sire,

The boy we previously believed to have a low aptitude for magic has survived his execution. He demonstrated powerful ‘A’ class fire magic as he burnt down the village and the orphanage. The casualties have not yet been confirmed, but we estimate there to be 100-120 deaths ranging from men, women, and children. 

This marks two magical children running loose in the Everglades. We have had no luck searching for the previous girl, Jasmine Emiline. 

He has far more raw strength than we imagined, yet his mastery of magic is still weak, he has yet to learn any proper spells, but his ability to conjure pure fire magic is astonishingly frightening. He must be eradicated immediately.

Do we have permission to send the prodigies?

Kind Regards, Commander Fist

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To Fist,

Send that creepy earth mage woman into the forest after him, and that overly arrogant prick water mage to the harbor.

Do not let him leave the continent.

Regards, His Excellency, The King Of Jakreth

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What had I done?

I could have just escaped the village, why did I have to kill all those people? 

They weren’t innocent, but they still deserved to live. 

It was as if I couldn’t control myself anymore, I never meant to kill any of them, I was merely aiming to injure the villagers to make them atone for what they did to me. I never meant to murder them in cold blood, and for what? So I could escape the continent?

I could already sense the danger present in the forest, whether it was the savage, bloodthirsty beasts or the Legion’s assassins, father had always said that in the Everglades forest, there were always more than two eyes tracking you at any given moment, and based on the distance I had traveled so far, I was most likely midway between what was left of the village and the harbor, placing me in the dead center of the forest, which as far as the teachers in the orphanage were concerned, is the most dangerous area in Jakreth.

The sun slowly crept down below the redwood trees, casting ominous shadows along the muddy, beaten ground of the forest.

I envied the calm lives of the forest’s wildlife. living among the trees for eternity. With no complexity, worries, or entire continents viciously hunting them, wishing for their heads to be on a stick.

Frightening howls echoed through the trees, alerting me to the celestial moon which had begun to tower overhead. To most, the picturesque view would be a blessing, to me, it meant that the worst of the chaos had yet to come.

Among the sounds of the forest’s beasts, emerges the ear-splitting screech of a small girl. Will Nerith find her in time? or will the harsh nature of the forest consume her, as it has done to so many before?