“ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 “ 𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕

“Gah!” I scream out as I hit the ground and slam against the wall. My head is pounding and everywhere I look is red. Covered in my blood.

Although I couldn’t hear well, the echos of the high pitched laughter still rang about the room. Three of them. Three vs One. Still, I had no clue what I was doing. Now, if I was fighting against those three abyss mages, they would be dead within minutes.

My head crashes into the wall and I smell blood. My nose starts bleeding and as the blood runs down my face, the mages corner in on me. ‘How long have I been in here..?’ It felt like days.

I was stuck in the abyss.

I was only a child.

I couldn’t fight.

But as I sat on the ground and the abyss mages circled around me, laughing and shooting small spells to tease me, I accepted my fate. I accepted that I wouldn’t make it out alive. But, as if my destiny had another path for me to take, a tall and beautiful woman emerged behind them.

“Three against one, this isn’t a fair fight…” she smirked and stood there behind the mages and they frightfully turned around.

“Your majesty! We are so sorry..! We apologize! Please, your highness, please forgive us!” They begged and pleaded with her, screaming for their lives in their high-pitched voices.

The white haired lady - majesty - raised both of her arms above her head and the mages cowered in fear. Ice particles came together and formed into giant icicles, with sharp, jagged edges. A big gust of wind flurried together and broke the abyss mages’ shields. They fell together into a pile before the lady.

She brought her hands together above her head in an x-shape and threw them down, gracefully, yet almost like a god, and piles of ice and icicles fell down on top of them.

The white snow quickly turned black and melted over the blank floor where the mages used to sit.

My heart was beating as fast as it could go and I was sweating - despite the freezing cold.

“Who is this lady-?”

I pulled my hand up to my face and wiped, seeing immense blood. As I struggled to keep my eyes open and I restrain from losing my eyesight, the godlike lady walks over to me and takes my hand.

“Who are you?” Neither could I or did I answer, for she already knew.

Whether I wanted it or not, there was something special about me. And I would grow up to be the twelfth harbinger, raised by the very Tsaritsa herself.

The cryo archon.