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Thread: The Witch and her Apprentice (books and Witch)

Mira heard footsteps coming closer and closer to her cell, her eyes moving to watch the bars of her cell warily. When Olivia walked into view the woman felt a lance of fear shoot through her body, though she did whatever she could to conceal it. She was a proper witch after all and had caused her to murder all of those people, if anything she was even more afraid of her than she had ever been. The young woman stood up quickly as the witch entered her cell, nerves very much on edge. So she had indeed been the one to give her this reprieve. The half-blood witch narrowed her eyes in distrust. What did you do to me? Why did you make me kill all of those people like that!? Not exactly the most polite of things to say to a witch, however Mira needed some answer very fast. Her memories of when she had been in that enraged state were very clear in her mind, as well as the screams of her victims. A bit of comfort was nice, but it paled to the guilt that plagued her. She also remembered that this was the same woman who had killed her father. She felt a little more confident than she had while being tied down. Standing as she did now she was able to note that Olivia was a good few inches taller than she, not exactly helping in lowering her level of intimidation. The young woman swallowed hard as she stared at the witch, her fists clenched at her side. Oh, how she wished she still had that burning inside of her so she could burn this woman to ashes. That anger showed very clearly in her eyes, the ambivalence she held towards the red head outweighing any minor gratitude she might feel. For the moment it also outweighed her fear, a dangerous thing.
Thread: The Witch and her Apprentice (books and Witch)

I awakened your gift, Mira. Olivia smiled, unaware of the severity of the damages she had done to the poor girl. Olivia did not understand remorse, she did not need it. She had power at the tips of her fingers and was not afraid to use it to destroy her enemies. That was how all witches should be. They are only sheep, sister. You are a wolf. You are above mortal men, your powers should be worshiped, feared and respected by all, She stepped towards her, sensing her anger, her hatred, she had no doubt that the girl would try to kill her if she was in control of her power. That would change though, soon she would see the world like Olivia did, and what a view her sister was in for. And if it took breaking her sister under torture and then rebuilding her then that was a sacrifice Olivia was willing to make. Her hands reached for her arms, and she pulled the witch in to her embrace. Olivia's skin was cold, but Mira was warm. Do you hate me, sister? Do you hate me for freeing you from the shackles of a mortal life? I can teach you so much, Mira. Olivia kissed the girls dark hair, and then her forehead as she held her head tightly against her chest. Let me guide you, let me help you unlock your true potential.
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The way Olivia spoke chilled Mira to the bone, as if the lives of others were simply there to amuse her. The newly awakened witch had experienced that fact first hand the feeling of helplessness upon that restraint was not likely to be forgotten anytime soon. To her Olivia seemed so very inhuman, like a demon wearing the flesh and face of a beautiful woman. She took an involuntary step back as the witch came closer to her, her anger wavering as she remembered just what this woman was capable of. Offending her seemed and extremely poor idea at the moment, considering she lacked all weaponry. Again she shivered at the contact with Olivias cold skin, being pulled against her. The next round of questions seemed obvious to Mira, of course she hated the witch for everything she had done to her. She desired to kill the witch more than she had anyone else in her entire life, she was evil incarnate. Yet there was some part of her that felt an odd attraction, she remembered how the fear had also brought with it arousal. The witch was just so powerful, to the degree where Mira doubted she could defeat her conventionally. Yes You killed my father. You made me kill so many other people She whispered. The young witch was again reminded of her mother as Olivia pulled her into another embrace, resting her head upon the other womans chest. Here she could hear the other womans heartbeat, the sound of her lifeblood drumming in her ears. Mira allowed the sensation to take her away from this place, closing her eyes and focusing upon the sound. It was beautiful really, another aspect of Olivia that seemed to contradict her cruelty. For a moment she was able to pretend that this was her mother, stroking her hair and telling her everything would be alright. Only for a moment however. The offer put before her was tantalizing, the ability to wield that kind of power. Power she could use to avenge herself upon Olivia if used correctly. I-I, that power. It felt so wrong but also so very good Why would you teach me? Why teach someone who hates you? Mira muttered, turning her gaze up at the taller woman.
Thread: The Witch and her Apprentice (books and Witch)

Because we are a dying race, my dear, Olivia said, loosening her embrace allowing herself the pleasure of gazing into Mira's eyes. Witches blood is rare, and such talents should be taught to all who possess the gift. That and there is strength in you, I see it and the darkness buried within, you are a creature of hate, a harbinger of destruction. I could not forgive myself if I didn't teach you. As for your hatred for me, it is to be expected. But think of this, I have been nothing but honest to you. Your father kept the truth of your mother away from you for all these years. He deceived you, kept you from seeking out your mother. He kept you from developing your gift. By now you should be queen of some King's castle..., ruling him as he rules the land before you, She leaned her face towards Mira, pressing her lips against the girl. But now you do not have the power to protect yourself. When the guards came to take you they should have bowed down in submission and begged for mercy, but instead you knelt and let yourself be shackled. You were lead here to get tortured. You are weak. Your father did this to a witch, his daughter, to you and he deserved to die for it. Olivia's words were full of malice but she spoke with a soothing comfort, as her hand made smooth strokes down her face.
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Olivias words were sweet like honey they made Mira want to believe her and her arguments and made her want to hate her less and less. Part of her realized that she was right and that she had relished in the power she had wielded. She had been unto a living goddess of destruction, laying waste to everything in her path. She craved the power that Olivia possessed no matter how much she denied it herself. The witch had tortured her, caused her pain, but had also showed her what real power could be like. Now that she had tasted it there was very little she could do to resist the thirst for power. She was kissed once more, igniting the confusing swirl of emotions within her once again. She recognized that Olivia was right, but she could not move past her hatred for the witch. She had tortured her, forced her to kill people, and had killed those close to her. However she knew that the offer placed before her was too good to pass up on. She didnt have to like Olivia to learn from her. Just like she didnt have to like her personally to take some sick pleasure how the woman treated her. Mira caught the witchs hand in her own it was as cold as it had ever been. The young woman placed her lips on the back of the womans hand, kissing it briefly. It was a sign of her acceptance of the witchs words. Part of her recoiled at showing any signs of submission to the witch, however another part felt thrilled by it. The awakened witch turned her eyes up at Olivia, staring deeply into her crimson eyes. They really were the most beautiful thing about her by far, so very hypnotic and commanding. I will be your student. Teach me this power that you possess. Teach me how to never be helpless to save myself again. Mira affirmed. Perhaps it was cowardly to do this, to submit to the witch in order to gain power. Mira could not bring herself to care overmuch she needed to know the ways of magic to ever hope to avenge herself upon Olivia. It might take years, it might be the most horrible experience of her life, however she needed to do this. She would seize the birthright her mother had granted her and take whatever Olivia would teach her. The red haired witch had placed the hook of power before her and Mira bit into it as hard as possible.
Thread: The Witch and her Apprentice (books and Witch)

Good, Olivia nodded, as her lips touched off Mira's once more. Her cheek rested against hers as she took her hand in her grip. She made smooth, and soft motions with her fingers, spreading Mira's hands out to meet hers. Close your eyes and clear your mind, let the night wash over you. Let my voice take you to your haven. Breathe in, let the air wash over your lungs. Be every breath you release. Olivia separated her hand from Mira's, putting inches between them. First, you must learn to control the elements, before you can conjure them. She summoned fire, allowing it to float between them. Olivia pressed it against Mira's hand, and lowered her own. The flame stayed floating before her sister. Now, keep it burning. Keep it in control. The darker your mind becomes, the brighter the flame will burn. Olivia watched eagerly.
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Mira did as Olivia instructed and closed her eyes, focusing upon the sound of the other witchs voice and upon her own breathing. She grasped at that feeling she had possessed while wielding the burning power, the drunk state where she had existed to express the power within her. The young woman reached into the darker parts of her mind, clearing her thoughts of distractions that might prevent her from effectively using her magic. The half-blood opened her eyes after she was relatively confident in her state of mind, awaiting the instructions of the woman before her with obvious eagerness. The elements were her first lesson in regards to magic, which was fine with Mira given her experience with the fire previously though there was some minor fear in her of the power. Olivia created a small ball of fire and allowed the flame to travel float before her, instructing her to control the flame. Mira swallowed and then licked her lips, gathering her focus to control the flame hovering before her. She focused on the sensation of burning, gathering her energy and trying to focus it outwards from her body and towards the flames. She wanted to try and make it move slightly towards her. Her control was crude and it showed, it took a great deal of focus just for her to move it an inch closer towards her. Her face was a mask of the purest concentration as she next attempted to try and make it burn brighter. She didnt know what she meant by a dark mind, it was a confusing concept. The young witch looked up at her instructor for some guidance on that matter, occasionally glance at the flames. It was exhilarating to try and control the elements however it was also a very confusing and taxing process for a novice like her. What do you mean by a dark mind, Oliv- Mistress Olivia? Also, are there other forms of magic beyond just controlling the elements? Like when you numbed the pain in my wounds. Mira inquired of the witch, catching herself when addressing the witch and adding an honorific to keep up appearances.
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The girl struggled, but she had talent despite never having a mentor all this time. There was only one way to obtain a darker mind. Magic came from emotion and perspective, the more you felt the more power you would obtain. Hate was an excellent source of strength, but discipline controlled magic. The girl referred to her as her mistress, and Olivia could only take pride from that. A darker state of mind is not easy to come upon. You have too much heart. Do not blame yourself, you were raised unknowing how much of a heart can weaken you. As a child I was brought up knowing that I would have to spill blood. That men fear power and will do anything to suppress it or steal it. Over time you learn that the light and positive emotions are fleeting, and that misery and chaos are eternal. You need to know this, but not let negativity overwhelm you. Emotion is power, confidence is power. Doubt is a weakness. Olivia brought a large flame to her hand. You hate me, correct? She did not need an answer. The flame lowered and expanded with Olivia's every whim. It looked so easy. She placed the fire on Mira's open palm. Hate me with every single part of your being and you will get power with this flame, but you will not control it and you will only hurt yourself. Control is important. Discipline is important. Hate me and allow me to be your focus on the dark mind, but calm yourself. Olivia released her grip on the flame and watched. If you succeed, I will reward you with a kiss. If you fail..., I will hurt you.
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Mira listened carefully to Olivias words, thinking that she understood what she was saying though was a bit disheartened by the concepts thrown her way. She thought what Olivia was talking about was a purging of her humanity, which sounded frightening to her. The ideas she was raised with were still firmly planted in her mind, it would take quite a bit of time and instruction for those ideas she was told were true most of her life were untrue. Mira closed her eyes and tried to think about what Olivia had spoken of, finding it impossible for her to imagine herself being like Olivia. She didnt bother denying the question that Olivia posed, the witch likely already knew the answer to it without needing to be told. The witch generated a larger flame in her hands and expended and controlled it as though it were completely natural. Mira wanted to be that powerful and then some, however first she needed to enforce some bit of control upon her actions. She listened to the witchs instructions and nodded, confident that she could do that. A thrill of fear coursed down her spine at the threat of being hurt, after her earlier torture she did not want to imagine what else Olivia could to that could hurt her. Mira took control the flame once more, this time focusing upon her hatred for Olivia. She repeated her reasons like a mantra in her mind, that she had killed her father, that she had made her kill others, and that she had tortured her. The ball of fire grew with her hatred however Mira focused also upon Olivia herself as an anchor. How cold her skin was, how she sent shivers down Miras spine just from her touch, how her lips tasted absolutely divine. Even upon those confusing thoughts buried within her mind that arose from being close to her. The ball eventually started to stabilize and Mira smirked confidently and allowing her pride to take over, losing her focus in the process. The ball winked out of existence in the next moment, leaving the woman without the fire itself. She swallowed hard, daring to glance up at her instructor with fear in her eyes once more. Technically she had done as instructed, however the fire had still gone out because her pride had replaced her hatred and her focus. The half-blood bit her lower lip and prayed silently that would not be seen as a failure.
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Thread: Say Yes To Your Princess ( Inwiththebooks x Misa)

Amber sat in the room with her sister. The girls spoke of the knew knight who had been assigned as Amber's Personal bodyguard. It was clear the young made was nervous, and yet determined to do a good job. Amber would give it to the knight, he wasn't half bad looking. Hell he was much better looking then most of the guards. As the girls spoke a bet was taken on, the prize was a heavy one and Amber wouldn't lose. It shouldn't have been to hard to win the bet, after all she was sure she could have him wrapped around her finger with in the week. Standing Amber bid his sister a good bye. The girls couldn't have been more different. While Isabella looked just as their father with her red hair and bright blue eyes. Amber was the spitting image of her dear mother. At only 17 she stood at 5'4, coming in at just over 120lbs. She had a body of a woman, long legs that lead to a rounded ass. Her breast were large, thought they fit her body just right. Her long brown hair fell in loose curls to just above her bottom. Her bright green eyes seemed to almost glow when she was happy. She lifted her blue skirt slightly as she moved slowly toward her own room. She knew her new guard would be there. Unless he had gone looking for her. She seemed to always find trouble, and had been told to stay until he got there. AS she moved down the long hall way her heels made a slight clicking around on the hard stone under her. She came to her bedroom door and opened it slowly. The door opened to the sitting room, where you would find her books, desk and a few couches and chairs. To the right was the door that lead to her bedroom, and to the left the wash room.
Thread: Say Yes To Your Princess ( Inwiththebooks x Misa)

Eric was not exactly fond of his new title. It was a terrible thing to say perhaps, but it was the truth. Most men in the kingdom might well have killed to be knighted but not him, at least not on the terms his father had forced him to pursue. Being called Sir was nice he supposed, though the difference offered to him by the common folk made him feel uncomfortable. It had not been too long ago that he had counted himself among them. Perhaps he was just too new at this whole knighting business, maybe it was something one grew into. The 19 year old knight stood outside the Princess quarters, looking rather a strange sight to the discerning eyes. He was somewhat short for a man, standing just a couple of inches taller than the princess. His build was that of a fencer, wiry and lean and his light leather armor was crafted to match that particular fact. He was possessed of short sandy blonde hair and his face was cleanly shaven and neat. He looked more to be fit as a scholar than a warrior, his soft features seeming almost weak though anyone that met him blade to blade would see otherwise. Once more his charge had seen fit to depart without telling him, Eric was seeing something of a running theme here. The man sighed as he walked inside of the princess quarters slowly, figuring that he would be able to sneak in a light read before she returned. Searching for her the first few times had proven fruitless, shed find her way back soon enough and then hed politely request that she try to tell him where she was going before leaving. Again. If he was honest the woman intimidated him a fair bit, she was the princess after all. Blue eyes skimmed over the array of books the princess kept stocked in her room. Lets see Mmm, Illuminations seems a good choice today The knight said aloud, taking it from the case and gingerly opening it. The man handled the book with utmost care, evidence from his time spent at the monastery. Rough handling of books earned one a hard smack across the knuckles, so becoming careful was a necessity to keeping ones hands intact. The artwork in this particular version of Illuminations was quite exquisite his own was rather old and faded. Then again, considering that this was the princess it made sense that shed have such a fine book. The door to her chambers open and Eric fumbled with the book in surprise, dropping the nearly priceless thing to the floor with a resounding smack. He dared to look up at who had entered and felt his stomach drop away, causing him to swallow very hard. The princess had just entered and likely had just witnessed his very careless handling of the book. The Knight quickly removed the book from the floor and returned it to the shelf, stumbling over his words to try and get out an apology. His face was as white as a sheet from fear. Your grace! Forgive my clumsiness, I mean, I did not mean to- its just that you startled me! Not that its your fault, entirely my own! I- what I mean to say is please forgive me, your grace. The knight said, kneeling on the spot and bowing his head.
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As Amber entered her room she was great with a thud. She couldn't help but jump with a slight gasp. Her green eyes darted around the room the room until the landed on the knight who was to be guarding her. She couldn't help it as her eye brow arched slightly at his stuttered words. Moving slowly she made her way toward him, making sure the door was close. Her hands were folded neatly in-front of her as she walked. Her green orbs never leaving him. It is okay, I forgive you. Her voice was soft, gentle almost as if she was talking to a child. Coming to a stop in front of him, she let her eyes moved over him once more. What was it you were reading? She asked lightly. It didn't take long for her green eyes to fall on the book. She reached forward and pulled it from the shelf. You know, if my father were to find you touching things that didn't belong to you he wouldn't be happy. Her words were said in such away that it made it seem almost normal. She opened the book and smiled. My mother gave me this book. Looking up at him she smiled softly. You like to read? It was said as a statement, while still a question. Holding out the book she wait for him to take it. Turning on her heels she walked to chair to take a seat. Come She waved to the chair beside her Read to me.... A sly smile graced her pretty face You know most knights can not read. They are born to risk their life for their king. They need not to read Her head tilted slightly as she watched him close. You are lucky... tell me where did you learn to read? It was a simply question, though she was sure simply speaking to her would make the poor man a mess. There was some part of her that felt bad for him. Though that part was hidden by the part that enjoyed watching him fumble, that wanted to control him.