The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)


17. Act 16

At the sound of his request, I felt my blood freeze in my veins.

            “You need what?” I asked in a mixture of disbelief, and confusion. “What would you need it for? How much would you need?”  I could feel myself getting worked up with every word, almost to the point where I forgot to keep my eyes shut, but luckily I kept my head on enough to remember.

            “There is a very important spell that can only be performed with royal blood. I simply need a few drops, and in return I shall provide you with my help, in whatever form you may need it.”

            He dangled this offer in my face like a treat in front of a dog. He knew that I could not defeat Straiyer on my own, but was it worth it at the cost of my blood? Deep down, the answer resonated within me. From birth, my choice had already been decided. It was my duty to protect the Kingdom; no matter what personal sacrifices it may demand.

            I nodded my head reluctantly. I did not have to look to see that victorious smile on his face. I could feel him lean in, placing his hands against the tree on either side of my head, and bringing his lips to my ear. His hot breath ran down my neck when he spoke.

            “Say the words out loud princess,” he hissed into my ear. I gulped, suddenly feeling my mind go blank on account of his closeness. “Make the deal.” He ordered.

            “I, Princess Fiamatta Onsia, pledge to you my blood in exchange for your ceaseless help until the end of my quest.” I force the words out of my mouth. Once they are gone I feel a deep loss within myself. I knew then, that although he only said a few drops, this pact was going to cost me so much more.

            “Good,” he said confidently before abruptly getting up. I opened my eyes to see his retreating back. Without a thought I call after him, momentarily afraid he was going to leave. He turned around, eyebrows raised in a question.

            “What’s your name?” I asked, realizing that after everything, I still did not know. For a moment, he had a strange expression on his face, almost like a mixture of surprise and amusement, but not really any one of the two.

            “Logan,” he said, studying my face. I nod and look away, acting as if I am no longer interested in him anymore. Without hesitation he turns away from me and goes over to the bag he was carrying earlier.

            “Where did you get the clothes, and that bag?” I asked him, remembering my earlier question.

            “There’s a farmer, near the edge of these woods, who had left his house to go to the market,” he said, “He had an apple tree beside his house.” His casual answer makes me scowl.

            “How could you steal from a poor farmer? He probably only has one or two sets of clothes.” The fact that he stole in general irritated me, but it was heartbreaking to know that he had taken from someone who could not afford anything.

            “Would you rather me naked?” Amusement made his voice rise a little, along with the blush in my cheeks when he added, “You did not seem to mind much when we were in the dungeon.”

            “I was just surprised because you were healed.” I muttered as I got up and brushed the dirt and grass off my dress. “You were in such a terrible state previously, I thought you were beyond any sort of repair.” After cleaning myself off I glanced over at him. His body had stilled, remembering the torture he had endured. I mentally kicked myself for bringing it up.

            “I was, hence why that body needed to be destroyed.” He said quietly. Silently, he stood with the bag in hand. “ We need to leave this place, it will not take long for soldiers to come searching the woods for you.” I nodded at first, but hesitated as he began to walk away. He stopped, once he realized that I was not walking with him, and turned towards me. “What is it?” he asked.

            “Why are we walking? What’s the reason that we can’t teleport, or whatever you did back at the castle?” I asked. It wasn’t that I minded walking, but time was of the essence, and walking to Irian would take days.

            “For being so afraid of magic, you sure are embracing it quickly,” he said cynically. I scoffed at his comment.

            “Being possessed is different from transporting,” I told him, quickly covering up my true feelings, hopefully before he could detect them. In truth, I was actually surprised at myself. He was right, I was embracing magic rather quickly, but I would never let him know that.

            “Indeed they are different.” He told me as he began walking again. “It’s all about the rules of magic.” I hurried to catch up with him, and then to even stay at his same pace I practically had to jog. “Using a basic possession spell is rather easy, depending on the defenses of the victim.” He explained, “But a transportation spell requires a lot of energy, especially when it involves more than just the wizard.” I nod, trying to understand his explanations.

            “What is the extent of your power?” I asked, suddenly curious. He glanced at me suspiciously, no doubt wondering what I knew. Then he looked back to the front, watching where we were going.

            “That is something no human has ever witnessed. Hope for your sake that you shall not be the first one.” The graveness in his face stopped any following questions about it from leaving me. I thought about changing the subject, but decided that perhaps silence was the best option for the time being.

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