When I closed my eyes it was a blessing, the experiments performed by the doctors (of course following the precise instructions sent by that damned wizard from the continent), I think they would not try to invoke water if he said it was bad, but I am the one who takes all the pain, the implants and the magic, they just observe and inform my father, it is the only thing that prevents him from tearing them apart as well as that human garbage that roams the island.
I am sure that my father's plans went smoothly, I am sure because my father is the king of the elves, there was not a wiser creature before and there is not now, I did not even remotely think about it, but the curse happened that left us almost without powers, we lost many of our belongings in the week of defeat, the exile weakened the morale of many, but we resisted because we were (I more) sure that my beloved father would reverse the situation... then happened what no one expected, he came to ask me for help.
I was the most frightened, nobody considers me a princess, I am not particularly powerful, athletic or anything, and my father asks me to restore the greatness of the elves! I have no intention of disappointing him. Boy was it hard in the following weeks, it started with pills, then it was powder in water, some runes, the first time a tattoo rested on my pale skin I cried for weeks, I had not accepted any mark on my smooth dermis, I was the envy and center of attention wherever I went, however the king asked me, so a huge tattoo rested on my back, It was a rune of control, many more followed, then the implants began, they were small soul stones that were transplanted into the control points of my mana, this began to generate magic again, finally after two years of intense pain I managed to feel the old feeling of constant magic, my first spell was a ball of fire, dad was happy.
I remember that day, I went out to celebrate, this filthy island was very small compared to the territories we conquered over the years, but I had to go out, the smell of the laboratory, the substances I drank made me nauseous, but I would not allow anyone to see that, I tried with the rest of the spells, of different nature, all of them came but in a very reduced version, I hope that these merolics manage to increase the amount of magic produced, I want to play with other magics.
Molten Fire is a modeling magic, it can be used as an attack, but it is too slow, the rune is beautiful because it mixes the words "fire", "crushes", "melts", I mastered it to perfection, on the coast I made an experiment to use it, calmly I invoked it, But the wear and tear was enormous for the small amount of magma produced, even so I spread its lines one by one, the control runes work so that in a short time a crystal figure with the image of a flower that no longer exists spreads in thirty centimeters of sand, the effort exhausted me, Even though I could do work that would span a castle wall, in that moment I feel magic, much of it and despicable, as I turn a groan of frustration escapes my throat, a young brat (they grow up faster than cockroaches, so I don't know how old he is), The heat was incomparable, but his concentration didn't seem to be affected, the sword was vulgar, he was vulgar, and on top of that he was waving his hand in my direction as if it were some kind of game. .. I hated him then.
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In the years that followed, I hated him even more, each operation, each tattooed rune left me weaker, but he looked renewed, no matter what blows he received, I went to those events where he was trained and slaughtered by the various soldiers or magicians, it seemed that everyone took out their anger, their frustration on that brat, I enjoyed those days, except that I could not make fun, father had forbidden it, I could only smile while waiting for some lucky attack to break his spine, But it didn't happen, he started to fight better and better, facing the mythical beasts we brought for our protection, the most humiliating thing of all was when I got tired of seeing him fight one of the dwarf warriors, I approached him to distract him and he got hurt, but the dwarf had summoned an earth dragon, if it wasn't for the guy I was making fun of, he would have died and my father's plans with me. ...there was no end to my hatred.
From that moment on I urged all the doctors to speed up the operations, there was no pain I would not endure to be better than him, power was what my people were looking for and I would give it to them no matter what, the nights when the wounds burned, when the implants hurt as if my bones were outside, only one thought saved me... I would be superior to him, we were already in the final preparations, there was little left, I was my father's pride, then I would no longer need this "man" and he would give me the privilege of eliminating him.
The years took their course, but when the day of the last procedure came, I was very changed, my skin had paled more, almost transparent, my hair from an ashy blonde that the nerides envied had become bluish black, two black wells were my eyes, this was the price paid for my magic to be at the level of yesteryear, the humiliation was great, I did not leave my room unless it was to go to that laboratory, My only consolation was that everything would end that night, I only had to say a prayer, I would fall asleep and wake up in the laboratory of my father's friend, there we would finish the enchantment, my beauty would be restored and as a prize, the boy who would serve as an escort would be there the moment we regained our powers, there I could unleash my revenge.
The words caused me pain, much pain, but my father looked with feverish hope in his eyes, I could not disappoint him, I continued to read, an unpleasant cold goes up my feet, I dare not look, now I cry, tears of despair, for what I have done to myself for the bad, for the good, is this the sign that I will die... Father was wrong, this is not good!
- It's time to wake up, my love...".
The word floats in my head, I open my eyes to know that I am alive, locked in a kind of coffin, but alive, and I feel magic, much more magic than I felt before, but I can't get out, every time I want to use a rune my mouth refuses to move, everything indicates that there are powerful protections preventing me from escaping.
- Bravo genius, who locked you in here is that human you hate so much, but I can help you get out, your father's friend is waiting for your arrival, together we will destroy the humans... what do you say? -.
-Let me kill this traitor and we have a deal.