Ace of Spades, Port of Morrow, Life is Death is Life... (Girls, PAFP,HE'S DYING)

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    The Master Magician


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    Edward hid in the alley, terrified. They were close, and moving in. Trapping him. It was too late to flee the town. Then he heard it. The gentle hum of strong magic. An afrit. Two. Four... Ten.... He stood, paler than ever. They attacked, though he missed the worst of it. Using backstreets, Edward managed to go a little ways... Then he fell, unconscious.



    A sharp kick to the ribs. Edward jumped, shouted. But no use... He was tied up, blindfolded and gagged. The Grimms conjured a Chill, but only he felt it. Everything killing him all at once... Starvation, sleeplessness, the Grimms, and last, the cold. Mind numbing, bone aching cold. Hypothermia began. Where was he? A forest? Sounded like it. Edward heard a silky smooth voice, "Little magician, thought he could escape. Shame, really. And only seventeen. Good magician too. You can still join us..." He shook his head, resulting in a kick. "What a waste. But, it must be done..." Something cool and sharp was pressed to his neck, as his long hair was yanked back, exposing his throat. Skin split, a drop of crimson blood rolled down...

    Tinuviel walked home, shaking off the feeling that something horrible was going on in the forest. She decided to check it out.

    He paled each second from cold and fear. But a magician never lost his composer.

    Tinuviel ran into the forest. She looked around. Where was that feeling coming from?

    The Grimms laughed wickedly.

    Tinuviel growled under her breath, and changed into a panther. She ran over to Edward, and stood protectively over him.

    They frowned. "A friend, little magician? Even after Evalyn? But, you must both die..."

    Tinuviel hissed, and tried to scratch the Grimm talking.

    It yellped and jumped away. The Grimms sent a Detonation at Tinuviel and Edward.

    Tinuviel picked Edward gently up in her teeth, and leapt out of the way. She was thrown to the ground, her shoulder partially wounded.

    He tensed. The ends of his hair were singed, and his left cheek badly burned.


    The Grimms cursed. Then they stabbed him in the ribs and vanished.


    He yelped, now breathing roughly. Blood pooled from the knife buried hilt deep, staining his jacket.

    She pushed him down with a heavy paw, and pulled the knife out with her teeth. Then she drew energy from the trees, and healed him.

    The wound healed slightly, but he still bleed badly. The knife was enchanted.

    Tinuviel drew out even more energy, and healed him. She took the dagger in her teeth, and took it away from his body.

    It was still bad, and could be healed no more.

    She growled in frustration, and picked him up gently. Then she padded towards a warm cave. She lit a small fire, and covered him in a blanket.

    He slept lightly, but it was the most sleep he'd gotten in a long time.



    A raven flew in the cave and landed beside him.