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[ivyprism]

The Familiar (First meet? Maybe.)

Warnings: May not be actually canon, may be canon, includes deth, sadness, and more death.

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Gael could hardly breathe as the sorceress collapsed. As his negative form began to falter, he gripped his bleeding side. As she reached the floor, the sorceress's white hair was like wisps of string. He could smell it as he noticed a blood pool around her body. He chuckled as he moved towards her as the attacker carelessly took his blade out of her body. Gael felt his breath catch as the sorceress forced herself up, breathing unevenly. As magic begins to bloom from her bloodied palms, she whispers a chant. He attempted to stand, but a blade struck his leg, causing him to fall to one knee.

"What are you doing, hag?!" The enemy demanded as he forcibly kicked the sorceress across the ground just a few feet. As the metallic odor of iron became stronger, she coughed up some blood. She continued to chant as the enemy approached until he stabbed her again, cutting out her voice. He could almost hear the sound of a soul shattering, but before she finished chanting, she muttered a name.

"No…" As he stared in terror, Zayn murmured. Gael was barely able to compose words before a bright purple light engulfed the location. He observed her form, which was similar to the sorceress's enchantment. A woman with long wavy brown hair with closed eyes, wearing a black dress with a stunning butterfly choker. As she landed, he was completely captivated by her beauty. The woman gently opened her eyes, displaying a breathtakingly gorgeous hazel. She looked around, a little perplexed, until her gaze was drawn to the witch, and her uncertainty was replaced with fear, grief, and terror.

"Mistress-" The woman choked out as she raced to the Sorceress's side and immediately lifted her into her arms, the red thick liquid staining her palms. Mistress…? Gael thought, but then he understood she was her familiar as soon as her eyes shifted to a gentle purple, like the sorceress's.

"She's dead." The cold voice of the enemy called to her. The woman's eyes widened again as she weakly shook the dead sorceress with shaking hands.

"Mis…tress?" She repeated herself while she peered at her dead mistress's face. Her eyes began to shake as she caressed her cheek. He noticed the magical sparks and, almost instinctively, felt his negativity transform into a shield to protect his brothers. That's when he heard it: an earth-shattering, sorrow-filled scream that rocked the ground. He was able to expand the negativity enough to see the purple magic around her, building a giant dome over her as butterflies began to rapidly circle her, surrounded by little birds, ravens, and eagles as she shouted towards the sky.

He could see the ground around her crack violently as the adversary absorbed it, and he could hear him yell, which was suddenly quiet as the enchantment faded. She had slumped forward at that point. He didn't see the opponent anywhere, therefore she must have gone out from the heavy use of magic. He approached her and felt a spark when he touched her. He lifted her up and returned his gaze to the witch. She needed to be buried, and he wasn't up to it. His brothers approached and took the sorceress in their arms. As she slept, he glanced at the human-like familiar. He could still see tears in her eyes, her eyes were swollen, and her cheeks were damp.

"Gods, I have my work cut out for me..." Gael huffed softly as he began to walk with the unconscious familiar as his brothers began to take the dead sorceress. That was when he remembered the name the sorceress whispered...

Abelia.

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