POV BELLA
Bella closed her eyes before walking through the portal with her classmates.
The first thing she experienced after walking through was the screams and crying. Loud shouts in a language she didnt understand. Opening her eyes she looked around fearfully.
What she saw made her blood curdle and terror wash through her. She was not with Trish and her friends she was instead surrounded by the very same beings that had attacked her group.
She saw many women and children of so many different fantasy races in cages in even it seemed some of the women and children looked to be the same as their captors. Most of the women had little more than rags on some not even that. The children faired a little better but not by much.
The sand shifted beneath her shoes. Her knees were almost giving out. The sheer shock of it all was getting to her.
She had absorbed all this information in a split second before she was grabbed from behind harshly. Then she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. She had been hit hard. Her vision went blurry her mind sinking into the oblivion of unconsciousness but just before she was consumed she managed to speak her only other current spell she knew. Minor Pact Magic.
A barely visible green glow escaped her fingers. An extremely thin vine was shot out of her middle finger and then it wrapped around her arm from the tip of her middle finger to her shoulder. The vine then proceeded to meld with her skin, creating a dark green tattoo of a vine with nineteen closed flower buds and one that was bloomed that particular flower resembled a black tulip.
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A short time later she opened her eyes once again her head was pounding, her wrists hurt as well. Looking up she saw she was hanging by her wrists two metal cuffs connected by two short chains suspended her in the air to where both of her feet barely touched the ground.
She was in a cage the same type she saw all the women and children were in when she first came through the portal. Hundreds of large cages and now she was in one.
Hyuk Hyuk Sniffle
She wasn't alone in the cage she heard soft sobbing to her left. It was a small woman or a teenager the first thing that piqued her interest was the light green tinge to her skin.
The woman was on the far side of this large cage that looked like it was made out of iron it was dozens of meters long and a few meters wide.
Not knowing what was going on she decided to trust her intuition, and what it was telling her right now was she wasn't dangerous and maybe she could help but first she had to take the next step.
Activating one of her skills “Translation.”
1 mp per minute will be used. The voice she heard the day she got her powers said.
Ignoring the voice. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she gently asked the crying person. “What’s going on, why are we locked up?”
The woman didnt respond but her crying became noticeably quieter and she curled up even tighter like someone who was trying to make even less sound out of fear.
Sighing internally she spoke even softer and more gently like a mother does to her child. “Hunny I can help you but first you must tell me what's going on.”
The small woman glanced up at her tears were still falling.
“How are you going to help me.” The small woman's voice cracked she unfurled her arms to let her see what it was she had held and hidden before. It was a small child wrapped up in rags.
She knew immediately she didnt need intuition it was plain to see a limp baby was held in her arms.
The baby was dead.
“They killed her. They don't want more goblin females because we are weak so THEY KILLED MY BABY. The last words were screamed at her. “They only want people like you and them” she stated pointing out all the other women of different races all around her.
“They killed her becuase of me. They forced my husband to go away to fight in a war. Then they imprisoned me and now….” The rest of what she had to say was cut off by the intense sobbing that followed. She had been overcome with grief again.
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Not able to respond to what she had heard. Bella was stunned. She then deactivated her skill.
They had killed a baby for being weak.
So many thoughts went through her mind at once. She had come to a couple of realizations.
First, if they would kill a baby for being weak then she is in a lot of danger. Knowing this she was resolute in becoming stronger.
Second, she was going to find a way to escape and she had a few ideas about how. She was sure to pay close attention to the roaming green-skinned men that were outside the cages to see if she could see a pattern in their patrol. She would escape and she was resolute in this fact.
Third, She was going to save them all. To do this she knew it was time to look at the semi-transparent blue little box off in the right side of her vision that had been flashing since she first got her powers.
“Open status,” she said nearly silently under her breath.
Name: Bella Leo Slayer
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Race/ Ethnicity:½ British/White ½ Elf
Age 18
Lvl 1
Status Condition: Pain, distressed, determined, Marked
Class: Marked Elven Druid
Title: The Cursed Caster, Druid Elf Variant, Bondage
Skill:
Active: BONK, BONK WITH MAGIC, Translation
Magic: Druidic grace, Minor Pact Magic
Passives: Cursed Chaos Casting, Tattooed, Minor Regeneration, Staff Mastery, Random Chance
Health: 15/22
Mana: 190/200
Stam: 5/65
Str: 12
Agi:8
Int: 55
Wis: 65
Luck 10
Perc: 20
Glancing through it all she stopped on one part. You have got to be kidding me. Who the fuck names these skills. She heard no response not that she was expecting to. Sighing internally she goes back to the screen reading it more thoroughly this time.
Hmm, let's see level one, my class name still says cursed and my condition is odd what does marked mean?
A blue semi-transparent window appeared after she thought that.
Would you like information on the status marked?
YES?
NO?
There was only one real choice. So she thought Yes.
Confirmed choice. The condition marked concerns your passive skill Cursed Chaos Casting and Random Chance when you cast a spell it has a chance of going wild and randomly causing a change in your spell. The latter skill adds a slightly favorable outcome to any random chance. When you casted Minor Pact Magic, the spell went wild and caused a marking on your arm.
This mark Makes it so that when you cast any pact magic you can make up to twenty summons permanent, you can never have more than twenty at a time, and only one summoned at a time. The others will be kept in each of their flowers. Currently, you have one beast in your Flowers.
A popup came up in front of her eyes.
Chaos Marked Onyx Kodkod is contained in its flower. Would you like to summon her?
YES?
NO?
Sniffle hyuk nnuh. The cries picked back up a little louder.
She thought about it for a minute but decided to press yes. It had got dark in the time she was looking at her stats. So she figured it would be hidden. With the word Onix in her name, I'm sure her fur is probably black or at least dark.
Her tattoo on her right arm glowed slightly and then after a few seconds, all the dark green light coalesced on the only open rosebud and a magic circle made of vines appeared right above her arm then a small Black Kodkod appeared the small beast jumped from her arm to the floor.
It was as she thought it looked exactly like a black kodhod from Earth a slightly larger than common house cat kitten. It did have one primary difference its fur had a design that looked like a green vine that wrapped around its body ending at the cat's forehead.
Chaos Marked Onyx Kodkod has been summoned. Would you like to name your summon?
YES*?
NO?
Not thinking much besides how annoying it would be to call it Cat or Kodhod she selected yes.
Are you sure? This will consume an immense amount of magic and is similar to a spell being cast. This will empower your summon but there are risks.
YES?
NO?
Hyuk Sniffle Hyuk Sniffle Sniffle.
The crying was getting a little too loud This caused Bella to look at the woman again. Seeing the woman cradle her dead baby the choice was clear she would save them and she needed help. Gathering her resolve she made her choice.
Yes.