Thread: Stolen (Aldir, Nadie)

Dianna felt the rush in her veins, the urge pounding in her skull as she tugged upon the tapestry of her being. She grasped at the strands that made up who she was and played a harmonic music with them, the sound resonating within her as she worked her magic. The sorceress waved her hand idly, a gale of wind knocking aside the guards in her path as a child might toss aside a rejected ragdoll. The woman sighed as the euphoric feeling of casting coursed down her spine, almost addictive by its very nature and certainly more of a power trip than any drug. The sorceress continued her way down the halls of the palace, her gait leisurely all things considered as she searched out her goal. Dark eyes peered around for the room she was looking for but thus far she had not found it. At the end of the hall did emerge another gaggle of guards, who charged her quite valiantly. A smirk curled over her lips as she swept her hand down, squeezing more of her vital energy into the casting. Another heavy gale of wind was created, tossing the armored men to the floor. A flick of her wrist to the right created another, which smashed them into the wall. Dianna cut the intimidating image as she walked through the halls of the palace, adorned as she was in finery. She stood tall above the majority of people, a full head above the average man. Long dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail and bound by a white cloth trimmed in gold. Robes adorned her body in much the same color pattern, white and gold with the occasional hint of red here and there. Upon her feet she wore golden slippers and on her right ring finger was a ring that appeared to have been wrought of pure marble. Despite appearances, it was rather obvious that this particular woman was no champion of light though she bore trappings atypical of a sorceress in the classical sense. The woman stopped near one of the guards she had so casually handled, stooping down and twitching her fingers as she began to steal the air from his lungs. The man gripped his throat and started choking, staring up at her pleadingly as she continued for another minute. After that time she released her hold on the casting, resulting in him collapsing and sucking in great gasps of breath. Dianna gripped the mans hair and forced him to look into her eyes, her expression becoming rather dark and threatening. Where is the princess hiding? Answer me truthfully, or Ill fill your lungs with so much air that they are likely to pop. The woman interrogated. The man pointed a shaky finger down the way, her dark eyes following where it was and smirking. She let go of the man and moved towards the door that had been indicated, drumming her fingers over her chin as she pondered how to proceed. There could very well be guards within the room, at close range and without at least a moment to prepare Dianna knew full well shed have a sword in her heart right quick. Best to try and surprise them, or catch them off guard first. The sorceress whispered a few syllables under her breath as she gathered a tiny sphere of light in her fingers. It shined brightly and hummed softly, and as soon as the tall woman pushed open the door she tossed it in and willed it to collapse in upon itself. She closed her own eyes just as a brilliant and blinding white flash filled the room, curses from the two men inside loud and foul. Dianna stepped inside and with a couple of errant gestures the guards were stone cold out, leaving her in the large bedroom where the princess was supposedly kept. Little princess come out. I have come a long way for you, and Id prefer not to leave without my prize. Come now, dont be shy. Step into the light. The longer you make me search, the less merciful I shall feel. The sorceress purred as she closed the door behind her and strolled about the room.