Obsidian

Edit: since I finished this, I have made major changes to Chesha and her story. I will be rewriting this

Chesha is the elven princess of Aakridi, a planet across the sun from Earth. When heroes arrive at her planet unexpectedly with a human girl who looks oddly like Chesha, weird things start to happen.

Book 1 of Obsidian Series

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18. Fight Me

I arrived at a large abandoned warehouse. As I looked around, I noticed there were several windows around the top of the walls. If I tried to get out of them I'd probably get stuck due to my butt. There was metal conveyers around with metal "arms" and "hands" to help create whatever used to be created here. The double doors behind me opened and I turned. A tall, purple skinned elf stood there. He had long raven hair with pupil less black eyes. He had gray tattoos decorating his body and silver, elven armor on it. He held a large sword in his left hand. The doors shut and locked behind him.

"Chesha." He stated.

I stared and plucked at the black fabric wrapped around my breasts.

"DarkCaster." I gulped.

He stepped toward me.

"Hiwel and Aakridi shall be released." DarkCaster waved his hand a purple orb appeared, floating in front of his face.

"Release the hostages." He spoke.

"Yes master." A male voice answered and the orb disappeared.

He stared at me for a while. I grew uncomfortable and went to plucking my pant fabric.

"You're powerful. Not all of your powers have been unlocked yet." DarkCaster said.

"Huh?" I glanced at him.

"You know why you lost your pointed ears and magic powers?" He moved a couple inches from my face. "You shifted. You've unlocked another power. Well, part of a power. You have the ability to change into different forms, with different abilities. As a human, or a monster, you have the ability to heal from any wound."

"Any?" My eyes widened.

"Yes. Even if someone beheaded you, you'd heal. As a monster, well, I can't say what powers you'll have. But in any form you change into, you'll also be able to control obsidian rock." He smiled.

"O-ok." I swallowed, why was he telling me this?

"Just concentrate." He purred and stroked my cheek.

I pulled back, scrunching my nose. I took a deep breath and concentrated. I clenched my fists and heard something like chimes. Something cool and smooth latched onto my skin, attaching itself all over my hand up to my elbow. I looked down, my forearm and hands were covered in a large layer of the shiny black rock, obsidian. I clenched my fists and looked at DarkCaster. He grinned.

"Wonderful." I growled and my fist flew out.

It connected with his face and he flew back a few feet. My eyes widened and I smiled. I got myself into a fighting stance and hissed, "Fight me."

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