Rise Of The Phoenix

The legend says that when the Phoenix rises from the ashes of a fallen wizard, six young heroes are ready to take on the honorable task of restoring the country's long lost greatness, but before that can happen, they must be taught the ways of their ancient heroes.

17 year old Beatrice leaves her home in the early morning, to fulfill her duty as one of the chosen ones, knowing she might not return.
For more than thirty years, the country has been ruled by an evil wizard, whose power lies solely in his ability to raise the dead. Now, his reign has come to a turning point, that will either mark the end of his terror, or grant him even bigger powers. Only six chosen youngsters have the ability to change the future.

Most likely part I of a trilogy

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10. Nine

 

Chapter Nine:

 

Bea felt her chest tighten as she gasped for breath. Cold, clammy fingers tightened around her throat and she felt the fear begin to take over. Her entire body trembled as the female undead repeated her question.

 

“State your business.” She said. Her voice made Bea shudder. How could she have gotten herself caught this easily? “I'm lost in the woods, trying to make my way home.” Bea rasped. Her voice was strained from the pressure on her throat and her body was beginning to feel numb. “Please, I'm just trying to get home.”

 

She felt the tension in her body start to loosen as her head got heavier, her voice was barely a whisper as she tried to cry for help, but suddenly a rush of energy blew through her. A rush she hadn't felt since she was little, and she still hadn't fully learned to contain her powers. And even now, moments like this, filled with intense fear, made her lose control.

 

The trees around them swayed violently, even though there was no wind, but the undeads, incapable of human emotions, weren't even shaken, even though this display of powers even frightened Bea.

 

She felt the hand around her throat loosen and the walking corpse holding her faltered slightly. Bea gasped for breath, but as she tried to control her powers and fight the undead off, she knew she wouldn't last long. Her head was only getting heavier, her eyesight was beginning to fail. Within seconds, there was only the sounds around her left.

 

A loud bang woke her from her impending slumber, followed by another, and another, and yet another. Then the hand around her throat let go, and she fell, unable to keep her eyes open she gave in to the sleep.

 

 

She didn't know how much time had passed when she forced her eyes to open. It was still dark and there were no sounds around her, except someone's quiet breath. As her vision cleared and she was able to focus, she saw someone standing leaned over her. Devin was watching her with a worried look on his face, still holding on to a sawed off shotgun that Bea suspected had been what saved her life.

 

“Are you okay?” He asked as he helped her sit up, offering her some water which she happily accepted.

 

“I think so.” She said in a single breath, trying to remember exactly what happened.

 

“You're a sorceress.” Devin said. There was no hint of emotion in his voice, no touch of fear or disgust, it had been nothing but a plain statement. Usually, people would avoid sorcerers, helping a sorcerer could be considered treachery and bring almost as harsh a punishment as actually using magic.

 

“I guess there's no use denying it.” Bea got on her feet and looked around. Just a few feets away were four corpses, their flesh had already been eaten away by decay. As long as undeads were kept alive, their master's energy would keep them from rotting away, but the years they should have spent buried would catch up to them within hours after they met their death, again.

 

“No.” He said plainly, but with a smile on his face. “You're an apprentice too, aren't you?”

 

“We should really get moving.” Bea just replied, still not wanting to reveal too much. Instead they both got ready to move, it would be too risky to stay in that spot for too long. They both know they would be on the emperor's radar for killing those undeads. If killing was the proper word when they had been dead from the beginning.

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