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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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THE ELF, AFTER he had been allowed to draw a breath, immediately staggered a great length away from Kynes' still body. As though her magic lingered and might act on its own in that sleeping state.
He should have ran for his life, but he seemed shaken; paralysed. Pain had not yet seemed to register in his body either, since he did not clutch at any part of himself. Thankfully he was not bleeding heavily —the wounds were minor and could be easily healed.
Kynes' magic had done other things, though —it had tinted his skin blue and white with frost, and rendered parts of him immobile. His left foot and both arms were encased in casts of ice. Nothing he tried lessened the effects, but I hoped that he could wait it out.
Not for his sake —but for everyone who cared for him.
It took another minute to process the events. He then looked up from where he had collapsed against the wall, heaving and drenched in sweat. His gaze met mine, hard and confused. I did not blame him.
The last time the magic had surged in such a way, I had made humans sleep. I wondered if Kynes, a Wytch, was as conveniently susceptible.
"What...have you done?" asked the Elf. "I did not think that your borrowed magic extended to stun spells."
I did not have the strength to answer him.
"Has this...has it happened before?" he continued.
