The boy had no idea what had hit him.
He was strong, really. I think I might have actually felt something when he hit me. Possibly.
His punch caught up with me straight in the middle of my forehead. The moment that his knuckles met my skin, his face changed. It closed together, completely in shock. Electrically shocked, actually. The spark had flitted through his skin, completely enveloping him in the strangest feeling of regret.
My magic had completely flipped his feelings, before shooting them straight through him again.
He stood a little straighter, shaking his head as if trying to regain his balance. His face was trivially tilted, his blond eyebrows high in surprise. Then he did the strangest thing. All color returned to his face and he very calmly walked away. Just like that.
I exhaled, relieved. Thank goodness for magic.
Then I turned around and saw Elle cowering behind me, her eyes clenched shut and her teeth gritted in horrid anticipation. I felt a pang of sympathy for this poor, docile child who had unknowingly angered such a disagreeable person. I reached down to pick up the shredded remains of her single spiral, planning to reassemble it when she wasn't looking.
She was always looking.
Elle never turned her gaze from me, her eyes bulbous from awe. It was quite uncomfortable, really, but I did my best to ignore it, placing her dead book inside her bag and handing it to her.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I owe you so much."
"Don't say that. It wasn't your fault." I replied, my voice shaky too, but more because of my throaty accent, which had somehow grown even stronger.
"No. His f-fist would have broken my s-skull," she murmured, more to herself than to me.
"It's fine, really," I told her, my voice deep. With that, I turned around, away from the crowd that had gathered around the scene. Away from all of the drama, that had only just began to unfold. I averted my eyes from the enthralled audience of students, who were without a doubt wondering how a girl, so diminutive could have survived the football player's wrath. I continued to walk, away, away, away..
With a thud, I smacked into a lanky boy's chest and found myself looking up into the grateful eyes of Brian. He looked down at me, his face oozing with indebtedness, for I, an unrelated girl, had saved his little sister from a possibly fatal injury. For that, he would be ever thankful, I knew.
His eyes met mine and after a long silence, he spoke.
"Thank you."
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Oarers from the Past
FantasyWhat would you do if you were alone? What if you were the only one of your race left? Ronastaverie, or Ronnie for short, is an Oarer. What's an Oarer? It's a culture. It's a civilization. It's a language. It's Magic. And she's the only piece of it l...
