Falu observes Aspra and the black flames condensing on the tip of her finger. Putting his hand up, he engulfs his palm in white flames.
["Are you okay?"] He asks, confused and concerned.
["Shut it!"] She shouts, unleashing the condensed magic straight at him, black flames rushing out of her finger and expanding outwards.
Falu subconciously clenches his fist, his white flames engulfing his entire arm, taking the black flames head on.
After the smoke clears, nothing remains of either flame, and they both stand unharmed.
Aspra glares at him with with an angry look.
["How the hell did you block that?!"] She yells out, firing multiple extra bundles of black flame.
Falu quickly fires off his own white flames, their magic nullifying eachothers.
Falu falls down butt-first onto the ground.
["Quit it! Our flames are too weak! They just cancel eachother out!"] He says, exhausted.
Aspra falls to one knee, looking down at him determined.
["YOU quit dodging! I have to get rid of you!"] Jumping on top of him, she starts punching him, although they are both too exhausted to fight eachother properly.
Placing his feet on her, he swiftly presses her away, standing up and backing away.
["You're crazy! Insane!"] He says fearfully.
She burries her fists on the ground, grabbing a load of dirt and trying to throw it at him.
["Its your fault, its all yours! You wont get away with it!"] She says, screaming and whining.
Falu scurries away, engulfing his hand in his flames and shattering a hole in Aspra's barrier before hurrying off.
She tries running after him, falling face flat on the ground, scraping her knee.
["Come back here runt!"] She struggles to get up.
["Remember me! I'll break you one day!"] She yells out, almost choking on nothing.
[Year 536 - November 27th]
Young Aspra is called to the throne room, the tone of the whole ordeal dark.
On a large throne crafted entirely out of painted bones sits Aspra's father, king Ble.
["Approach."] He says coldly, the lack of affection clear on his voice.
Young Aspra does as she is told, wandering to the middle of the room, looking up at her father.
He gets up and begins closing the gap between them.
["We all know what you've done."] He kicks one of her legs, forcing her to kneel and look at the ground.
["He was right infront of you, and you let him get away. Did you forget what your purpose is? Did you pity him? Did you forget?"] He questions coldly.
Aspra sighs warily.
["I'm sorry father... next time i'll-"] he slaps her, the sound of the hit silencing their surroundings, cutting her off.
["There wont be a next time."] He says, lifting her up by the collar of her fine rags.
["You are no longer welcome here. You will earn the right to return once the white flame sorcerer is no longer in the picture, do you understand?"] He speaks coldly, throwing her on the ground.
["You've disgraced our family. What would your mother think?"] He says, getting a cheap shot in.
Aspra lands on her arm, tearing up, trying to get through to her father.
["I-i dont know what mother would think... please father..."]
["Weaklings like you dont belong here. I'd trade your life for your Galazia's anytime."] He exclaims while staring down at her.
["Leave, and only when the white flame is defeated can you return."]
Aspra sits up, holding onto her injured shoulder. Looking back at her father, she turns around and begins to walk away, murmuring something under her breathe.
["What was that?"] He asks wickedly, beginning to approach her once more.
["I think you need a constant reminder of how weak you are."] He says, grabbing her head.
["I'm gonna show you what black magic can really do."]
Aspra tenses up, sensing that her father is about to do something cynical.
Zzsts, zsstzs.
King Ble begins to spark with magical energy, the sound of electricity echoing throughout the walls, Aspra tenses up and starts using her magic to shield herself, creating a thin invisible protective layer on her body.
["Black lightning magic."] He shouts menacingly, unleashing an incredible bolt of black lightning straight to the back of his daughters head.
Aspra is sent flying towards the exit, her landing destroying the door to king Ble's throne room. the back of her head bleeding.
With whatever strength she can muster, she gets up, scurrifying away from the palace and into the surrounding woods.