Just a mere taste of her Power…
They could not escape, not by magical means at least, which had been his intention. He had everything so carefully set up, he even had aid within the palace. He had been planning this for years and it was his very right to claim the child as his own, as agreed with a pact with her Father. The very purpose of the abduction was to spirit her away to the demonic realm, to sacrifice her life to the Lords of the Higher worlds, to absorb her power and join their ranks.
However his immaculate plot was ruined by the simple fact that his own magical powers were null and void in the girls presence. His energy reduced to nought more than simple parlour tricks. An apprentice mage could conjure more impressive illusions than he could. He felt mortal, felt insecure and felt trapped upon a realm he could not, currently, escape from with his prize.
The girl herself appeared completely unaware of her skills. She was tiny, even for her age, rather nymph-like and frail looking. Now sporting an ugly looking bruise upon her temple. There was no panic, no fear. She never once cried out in fear, even though he had turned to violence to subdue her.
They had been forced to flee on horseback, across territory unfamiliar to the abductor, without aim, lost for direction all intricate plans ruined, by now he had hoped the child would have been slaughtered and he would be received into the arms of his superiors as an equal. Stepping away from her a dozen paces and he could feel his strength return. Up close… Void…
She blinked at him with huge pretty blue eyes, her stare making him feel uncomfortable. “This isn’t going at all well is it?” She broke the silence, regarding the demon in human form, tall, magnificent, elegant. He pushed a loose strand of dark hair from his face and growled at her under his breath.
“Not at all well indeed.” She smiled sweetly, “Do you even have a back up plan? A route? What shall we do now?”
“You will shut up or I will not hesitate in striking you again!” He snapped.
“You, Sir, will never hit me again!” Her words carried with them a magical command that rattled around his skull, echoing, resonating with power that, if harnessed, could manipulate his actions. That was unsettling.
He had to think quickly, he had allied among the Six Empires…
“That would be too obvious.” She tapped into his thoughts.
Forcing himself to empty his mind from her reach, The beast with No Name stepped backwards until he could feel his power return. Put up magical wards around his mind, hoping they would protect his thoughts from her powers.
Then returned to the bound child…. She frowned… “That’s cheating!” She narrowed her eyes… He checked her ropes and tied her once again to the pommel of the saddle, mounting behind her, he lead the horse on, at least now he could think clearly and try to formulate some plan from this chaos…
Anne Harrison 31.05.17