////Please disable Ad-Block on my website! There are only non-intrusive ads, and it would help me a lot. Thank you!////
The Magic School was located in Celioth’s Tower, and from what I could remember, the direct path from there to the beach was by heading to the right at the first intersection. The road would take you right to the beach, following a narrow pass with steep cliffs on both sides. It was an ideal location to make use of an ambush, and knowing this, the teachers never allowed us to head there alone, at most we had to be in groups of at least three or more. Since the bandits usually worked in groups of two or three, they wouldn’t see us as easy pickings.
Still, that wasn’t a guarantee, but despite the danger, the teachers often took us to the beach to practice the [Ancestral Fireball] spell. It was the best place to do so because in case one of us caught fire, we could just toss him or her into the sea and put it out. As long as we didn’t swim too far from the shore, the dangers of sharks attacking us was minimal at best.
Unfortunately, at the moment I wasn’t in a group, I was going solo. And woe was me! What was a lovely, pink haired, beautiful High Elf girl to do when she was to encounter bandits?
Kick them in the balls, of course!
Long story short, the journey to the beach was rather boring until I reached that tight pass with steep cliffs on both sides. I stopped before entering and squinted my eyes at my surroundings.
“I smell an ambush…” I said.
Although I couldn’t detect any movement signs around me, I was certain some sort of bandit or enemy would jump out of the bushes, point their sword at me and scream…
“Drop ya’ stuff there, and we might let you live!”
Just like that… waaait a second. I thought.
Shaking my head, I looked ahead and saw three men wearing black suits standing in front of me. The one who spoke was the one in the middle. A bandanna covered their mouth as if that could keep their identities a secret. Half of the face was exposed, and last time I checked, people usually looked at a person’s eyes not their rotting teeth.
“Ain’t ya hearing me, elf?” he said, raising an eyebrow and taking a step closer to me.
“Huh? Are you talking to me?” I asked blinking surprise.
“What other pink haired small-breasted elf do you see around here?” he asked spreading his arms.
That remark wasn’t necessary, and about my hair, long story short, T-Energy combined with Dark Dye and charged up with Essence leads to some interesting… explosive effects. Speaking of which, I’m more used to the idea of Magic Energy, which seems to be basically the same thing as T-Energy and Essence, one being a more material and concentrated form of the other.
“Well… in that case…” I said with a twitching cheek from the boiling anger inside of me. “EAT THIS!” I shouted and gathered Magic Energy in my right hand. Before he realized what I was planning to do, I released the spell: [Ancestral Fireball]
“ARGH!” he screamed as it hit him right in the face.
I unsheathed the scimitar and dashed towards the other. They took out their daggers and ran at me, while their friend was trying to put out the flames spreading over his body. The first strike landed on my shield, I moved around my attacker and struck him in the back of his head with the hilt of my sword.
“DIE!” shouted the other, I dodged the hit and shield bashed him in the face.
The man stumbled back, while the one I struck earlier tried to hit me. I jumped back and gathered Magic Energy in my hands and shot it at him. He dodged, but the fireball still hit a target: the one I attacked first. The poor man was thrown forward covered din flames. From the corners of my eyes, I saw the other man attacking me from the right. I knelt down and lifted my shield up, blocking his dagger. I then used the scimitar to cut his feet.
“OW! ME FOOT!” he screamed.
Using this moment, I jumped up and used the shield to bash him in the face. He groaned and fell back, while I turned around and blocked with the scimitar the attack of the last standing bandit.
“You whore!” he insulted me.
“Ancestral Fireball.” I said calmly as I released the spell from point blank distance.
I jumped back and lifted my hand up to protect my face from the sudden burst of flames. The bandit screamed for a few moments before he fell on his back, dead. The last one living was the one whose legs I cut.
“That was easy.” I said with a smile and then walked over to the survivor.
“Please! Mercy!” he begged.
“Sure. Just hand me your gold and weapons.” I told him with a smile, and he nodded in reply.
After I collected my loot, I walked away from the scene of the battle, leaving their bodies to rot there. A wolf or something was going to find them and then drag them away. If they were lucky, then a priest would pass by and offer them a decent burial, however, I had no desire to drag their unwashed remains into a grave.
“Still, my chest isn’t that small… is it?” I asked myself after a while.
Looking down at my assets, I thought myself as being a B or a C, so definitely not an A, but that dude’s comment still irked me for some reason.
Note from the Author: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of this Fan Fiction story, let me know what you think about ti in the comments below.
I’m going to use Magic Energy instead of Essence (which I presume what High Elves use to charge up their spells in the game. I couldn’t find any details about this. If you know, put it in the comments below.). But this only for Layla Ren’s case because she sees it differently.
If you like what I write and wish to support me as a writer, feel free to donate, spread the word, or do any of the following things:
There are four basic ways you can help me: 1) Buy and honestly review my books on Amazon; 2) Spread the word about my novels and books; 3) Donate (big PayPal donation button up there); 4) Disable Ad-Block! 5) Make a monthly pledge on Patreon! Big or small, thank you for your support! 😀