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The silence between us stretched taut, my curiosity and concern building like a fire in my chest.

"Is that a battle summons?" I asked

Slowly and deliberately, Damon rose to his feet, his movements precise and controlled. His feet found their footing with care, each placement of his sole against the ground calculated and purposeful.

As he straightened his body, the tension in his muscles melted away, replaced by a calm, unwavering poise.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, his grip on the letter steady but relaxed.

At Damon's movement, my body reacted on instinct. I was up on my feet in a heartbeat, my body following the motion of his own

"Don't come with me," Damon said, his voice firm and commanding, the words laced with a subtle hint of warning.

"So it is a battle summons," I replied, my own tone steady but insistent. "I have to come. You know I have to."

"You seem hellbent on destroying your body for some reason that confounds me," Damon said, his voice betraying the frustration and concern that simmered beneath the surface. "I won't let it happen."

"My body is just fine," I retorted, the confidence in my voice a testament to my faith in my own abilities. "I'll be with the level two mages as usual, fighting and winning. This isn't any different from the battles we've already fought and won together."

Damon's expression hardened, his jaw clenching in a show of quiet determination. "No," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "I can't let you come with me this time."

I bristled at his dismissal, my pride stung by the implication that I couldn't handle myself in a fight. "You don't have the right to tell me to leave or stay," I replied, my words searing with defiance.

"Yes, I do," he said, the force of his conviction reverberating through his words. "I am the prince, and by royal decree, I ask that you stay behind in the castle while we go fight."

Frustration coursed through my veins, its heat surging and seething like a living thing.

For a brief, almost unmentionable moment, I fought the urge to grab something—anything—and hurl it across the courtyard, the desire to lash out as physical as the air I breathed.

But I resisted, knowing that such an outburst would accomplish nothing. Find your next read on empire

Instead, I paced, my movements restless and agitated, watching as Damon strode away, the echo of his footsteps a sharp reminder of the battle I was now forced to sit out.

The moment Damon was out of sight, I seized my chance. Like a coiled spring unleashed, I launched into a sprint, my feet pounding against the courtyard stones as I raced after him.

A self-satisfied smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth as I realized that Damon had underestimated my resolve. "Bold of him to think he could control me," I thought to myself.

As I reached the gate, I found the last of the mages disappearing into the waiting carriages, their departure signaling the beginning of the journey to the battlefield.

My heart pounded, my nerves thrumming with the anticipation of what was to come, but I was not about to miss my chance to join the fight.

Determined not to be left behind, I slipped into the ranks of the mages, my movements swift and sure as I navigated the confusion of the departing party.

Slipping past the guards and blending into the crowd, I maneuvered my way to the carriages, their doors still open as they prepared to depart.

With a quick glance over my shoulder, I ducked into the nearest carriage, squeezing in between two startled mages.

I met their wide-eyed stares with a grin that was half challenge, half apology.

Safely ensconced among the level two mages, I let out a silent sigh of relief, my heart still racing from my daring escape.

I cast a final glance at the palace gates, now distant and growing smaller as the carriages rumbled away from the courtyard.

I had won this round, outsmarting both Damon and his guards in a feat of stealth and quick-thinking that would have made any assassin proud.

But my victory was bittersweet, the knowledge that I had gone against the prince's wishes a sobering weight in the pit of my stomach.

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The village of Pellyn was transformed into a scene of chaos and destruction as we arrived.

The beasts had already begun their rampage, their powerful bodies wreaking havoc on the buildings that stood in their way.

The air was thick with the sounds of splintering wood and the cries of terrified villagers, as well as the frenzied roar of the beasts themselves.

The marketplace, once a hub of activity and commerce, had been reduced to a sea of rubble, its stalls and stands overturned and scattered.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With a clatter of wood and metal, the carriages ground to a halt at the edge of the village.

The mages were out in an instant, their long robes billowing behind them like battle flags as they raced into the fray.

Magic flowed from their fingertips like water from a mountain spring, the power of the elements at their beck and call.

Fire, water, air, and earth - each mage wielded their chosen element with deadly precision, hurling bolts of flame, waves of water, gales of wind, and crumbling earth at the rampaging beasts.

The beasts roared and bellowed, but the mages were relentless, their spells striking with the force of nature itself, a swirling maelstrom of chaos and destruction unleashed upon the enemies of Pellyn.

The beasts, their bloodlust frenzied and their rage unchecked, pivoted towards the mages with a growl that shook the earth beneath their feet.

Like a tide of fury, they surged towards the magic-wielders, their claws slashing the air and their fangs bared in a ferocious snarl.

The mages stood their ground, undeterred by the onslaught that was about to be unleashed upon them.

Their faces were set in grim determination, their eyes flashing with the fierce light of their magic, their magic humming around them like a living thing.

The battle had begun.