Wielder Of Fate

Chapter 9: The Prodigies

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The label ‘prodigy’ can be used to describe the talent of an individual in any endeavor of human life. In our world, It is a name given to the chosen few strongest beings on each continent.

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Who are you? I cried.

“My my, aren’t you a handsome young fellow” the lady cooed. She began to draw a sleek scythe from its sheath. 

“Wh-What are you doing” I stuttered, trying to muster the courage to say something to this odd-looking woman. Her slim, pale body unfolded and she began towering over me, her skin was ghostly pale.

She bent down so that our faces were but inches away, only her body didn’t bend, it distorted. Her slim figure had disappeared and replacing it was a smaller, pudgier version of the otherwise same frightening woman. 

“No hard feelings” she sneered, as she thrusted her scythe towards my unprotected body. I swiftly unsheathed my sword and glided it towards her scythe, parrying the attempt away. 

She continued swinging with little success, as I ducked and blocked every attack. I could clearly predict her attacks, I felt as if I knew what she was going to do next.

She swung violently at my legs, I jumped just in time and watched as her scythe dug deep into the ground. I took advantage of the opportunity and drove my sword towards her head, aiming to pierce through her skull.

All I could do was watch in horror as I saw her face morph around the sword, as it punctured through a hole she had created in her head. I pulled my sword out from her head and saw her face distort back to its normal hideous self. I hadn't made contact. She could change her body’s shape.

She lunged forward lurching her scythe once again toward my legs. I moved my sword in accordance, preparing to block it. Flicking her eyes towards my sword position, she changed her scythe’s trajectory, forcing my opposite hand to cover my stomach. She sliced through my arm splattering red blood across the otherwise green forest. 

I wildly clutched at the large gash now present across my arm. She swung her opposite fist directly into my face. snapping my nose as I fell helplessly onto the solid dirt floor. 

“I’m the 10th prodigy of Jakreth, you were never a match for me” she cackled.

A loud roar sounded across the clearing, wildlife of all shapes and sizes departed from the battlefield, while the regal beast descended toward her prey.