Literature
Akkarin and Sonea
Its late, Sonea thought blearily, hours till dawn. Why am I awake?
Something cut into her neck and hand pressed firmly down over the skin. Her eyes flew open.
A dark figure was looming over her. Shocked, she drew on her magic to shield, and was alarmed to find her power trickling away, leaving her exhausted and helpless. Who ever it was, they were a Black Magician.
She drew in breath to scream, but a second hand covered her mouth.
If you try and call out to anyone mentally, Ill kill you, understand? Her attackers voice had a familiar accent. Sachakan. Takan? He didnt know Black Magic. T