Sophie grew tired of the constant Neverseen attacks that were terrorizing the Elven population, along with her friends and family. After regaining contact with the Black Swan, Sophie and her friends begin to fight back. But after learning the heartb...
"Oh, what are you going to do? Kill us?" One of them asked through their tears of laughter. Amalia tried to hide her blush of embarrassment, but she still stood tall.
"I'm warning you," Amalia said smoothly.
"Yeah, little girl, we are not the ones over our heads here. Go home before we kill you." They said calming down from their cackling. Amalia pulled her dagger out of its sheath and slowly got into position, replaying her training through her head. Keep your body low and versatile, never take your eyes of the enemy
"Your funeral." Amalia decided, flipping her blade in her hand.
As quick as the wind, Amalia rushed forward and slashed her dagger upwards and opened a gash in the first man's chest. He roared and fell to the ground. His four other friends whipped their heads to her and were no longer laughing.
Amalia might have gone in a little over her head.
Two more members ran forward and whipped their hands out, blasting Amalia with two different abilities. Amalia jumped out of the way and landed smoothly on her feet. Suddenly, someone held her arms behind her back and slammed her into a wall. Amalia shuddered and groaned but jumped away before they could grab her again. But in her disoriented state, they got a hit in her stomach with a guster blast. The blast knocked her onto her back, someone pinned her, she squirmed to try to get out of the hold. But nothing worked, and she couldn't reach anyone.
"Put her in the bag!" One of the members snapped holding open a sizeable dark bag. Amalia's mind flickered to her cold and scared in the slave trader castle, always in the dark. Amalia kicked harder and begged to get out of the handhold. Right as she put in the bag, she let out one last cry of desperation. And when she cried out, she felt the sharpest pain she has ever known in her mouth. It was powerful and shook her head in piercing pain. Amalia slumped against the Neverseen's armlock and groaned from the pain. The pain started to prick in her fingertips and nails, pulling and squeezing on her nails and teeth. Amalia panted in pain, it was so overwhelming. Just as they nearly closed the bag with Amalia inside, her vision sparked gold, and her hair whipped around her head. Everyone was blown back, including Amalia, who was blown out of the bag and about nine feet. Everyone groaned and stared at Amalia, who was panting on the ground in pain.
"What are you?" One of the members asked. Amalia darted her head and stared at him. What he saw terrified him so bad he was willing to jump off the roof to get away. Amalia's golden hair turned silvery blond, so silvery it looked snowy white. Her brown eyes turn gold, and her nails grew into claws. She opened her mouth and bared fangs.
Amalia transformed into the most powerful form of Pancras form.
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