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Note: Age approriate stories will be mark with PG, PG13, and Adult for stories with violence
Air (Adult)
The hair on her arms lifted as the air around her began to snap and crack with angry untamed energy. Sparks of light flashed after each crack, spooking the battalion of soldiers behind her. A bloodied hand grasped desperately at her skirts, but easily slipped from its fingers, leaving a streak of red as the taller girl stood up to face the war hungry men. The mangled body gasped out gargled words begging her not to continue. These words fell onto the ground scattering and rolled away from the girl, out of reach of her ears. The sound of screeching metal against more metal surrounded the girl instead as the soldiers raised their shields and slid swords atop of them - lethal tips poised at her throat.
A teardrop stung the blade and then a guttural wail wrenched itself from her mouth. A shockwave erupted from her tormented body sending helmets and mail flying 30 feet into the air. Bodies dropped with a loud thud one by one on the stable’s muddy earth. The girl crumbled into a heap upon the floor, exhaustion claiming her. The only figure standing was an old man draped in heavy royal blue robes, his hands as gnarled as his wooden staff and ghostly white beard almost dragging upon the ground. His soft pointed cotton shoes slid through the grass silently as he emerged from out of the shadow of the tree line.
“I will have her now, little wench”, proclaimed the Wizard. As he raised his hand, a small gurgle of a cry came from the mangled body as it lifted and hovered towards the man. The girl’s arm muscles ached as she tried to crawl to her feet once more, her throat raw and dry, “not my sister” was but a whisper. The Wizard flicked his hand as he retreated with the small girl floating above his staff. Then as if a hammer hit the older sister in the jaw, her head hit the mud and black ink filled her sight.
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Garth Nix: Abhorsen Series
Naomi Novik: Uprooted
Brandon Sanderson: Mistborn Series, Elantris
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