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Witch of Vengeance: The Elven Mage's Redemption

Shantal, a young elf with a deep desire for revenge. Her motivation is rooted in a tragic event from her past - the brutal murder of her parents by a powerful and malevolent assassin. Determined to avenge her parents' death, As she delves deeper into the world of Caleb, With newfound knowledge and formidable powers, she sets out to confront the people responsible for her family's tragedy. Fueled by grief and anger, Shantal embarks on a transformative journey to become a powerful witch. Over time, Shantal hones her magical abilities, delving into the secrets of spellcasting, potion-making, and incantations, Shantal not only gains the power to exact her revenge but also learns the importance of balance and responsibility in using her newfound abilities. The story is a captivating tale of personal growth, resilience, and the pursuit of justice in a magical and enchanting world.

hrly_ur_treasure · Fantasy
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32 Chs

Miraculous liquids

Meanwhile, the third assassin, displaying remarkable agility, swiftly conjured a bow and notched an arrow with deadly intent. In the blink of an eye, the bowstring twanged, and the arrow was released, hurtling towards Mother, who stood as the last line of defense for her family.

The arrow struck its mark, and Mother cried out in pain as the projectile pierced her side, causing blood to flow freely.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh...Mom....Dad..." Shantal's voice trembled with grief and despair as she witnessed the harrowing scene unfolding before her.

"Why have you done this? We've done nothing wrong! Are you all satisfied now?" Shantal's voice quivered with a mix of anger and sorrow, her words a desperate plea for understanding.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! So weak! So weak!" Assassin One taunted, his mocking tone filled with disdain.

"What a disappointment!" Assassin Three chimed in, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Yeah! Definitely! I agree!" Assassin One echoed with a tone of utmost disappointment.

In the midst of her grief and turmoil, Shantal's voice wavered as she posed another question, a question that echoed her burning desire for answers: "Why? Why? Why do you all want to do this? Who ordered you?"

Assassin Two stepped forward, compelled by the need to reveal the truth. "I am sorry, miss, but we are but pawns, following the orders of our beloved almighty King Jus."

At the mention of King Jus, Shantal's shivered with her emotions ignited with a fiery determination.

She vowed to seek justice and exact a vengeance that would rival the power that had been unleashed against her family.

"And I am sorry, miss," Assassin Two continued, his voice heavy with regret, "but we must end your life as well." With grim resolve, he cast "Wind Blast" towards Shantal, determined to complete their deadly mission.

The magical incantation erupted with explosive power, creating a cataclysmic explosion of wind that engulfed the area, leaving no trace of the hut or the underground lab.

The once serene location was transformed into a desolate, scorched landscape, an unrecognizable testament to the battle that had transpired.

As the deafening roar of the magical explosion subsided, a few minutes of eerie silence followed. In the midst of the devastation, Shantal lay gasping for breath, her body battered and her spirit undeterred. She was entombed beneath layers of debris, her situation akin to that of being buried alive.

With every ounce of determination, Shantal fought to extricate herself from the suffocating earth, clawing through the dirt with her bare hands.

Slowly but steadily, she made progress, and her head and hands finally emerged from the subterranean prison.

When she surveyed the surrounding devastation, her eyes fell upon a book, containing not just any book, and small, unassuming box. Her curiosity piqued, she reached for it and, with trembling hands, opened the container to reveal a collection of vials filled with mysterious, otherworldly liquids.

"What is this? Could this be a miraculous elixir and a book brimming with ancient, mystical spells?"

Shantal whispered, her voice tinged with awe and uncertainty. The vials contained an iridescent, ethereal substance that seemed to defy explanation

"I suppose I have no other choice," Shantal said to herself, determination hardening in her voice. "I need to survive, to seek justice, to avenge my parents, and to confront the King and all those who have wronged us. Let's see if this really a miraculous liquids that hold the key to my destiny and with this book from the witch maybe, I can do it" With unwavering resolve, she braced herself to consume the enigmatic elixirs, knowing that they might hold the power to unlock her potential and bring about the retribution she sought.

A remarkable transformation commenced moments later. Her body gracefully ascended from the ground, emanating a dazzling radiance. The midnight scene transformed into an early morning spectacle as their luminous forms bestowed an ethereal glow upon the world.

Shantal was shocked. Oh my goodness, what happened to my body? Have I transformed into a witch? Is that truly a miraculous elixir? I can't believe it.

After achieving success transforming, her elation knew no bounds as she realized the extent of her newfound magical abilities. With an exhilarating burst of joy, she couldn't help but leap for joy, her heart brimming with happiness.

Following this, she regained the determination to be strong and seek revenge.

***

She decided to embark on an ambitious journey of experimentation, determined to test her mastery over all elements of magic. It was an audacious undertaking, yet her confidence was unwavering. She use book from the witch as guide. She began with a simple flick of her fingers, and one by one, she effortlessly harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air.

The realization that she could control each element with ease left her feeling unstoppable, and a mischievous grin spread across her face, she chuckled, knowing that she had become truly overpowered. 

Fueled by the desire to master her newfound powers, she recognized the impending danger that loomed over her. With a sense of urgency, she understood the importance of being able to defend herself when the time came. She had a nagging feeling that something ominous was on the horizon, and she needed to be prepared.