True Art of Witchdom
Commoners.
Once, that singular word didn't hold much meaning. It was just a an identity, naive me thought. But then I grew to learn just how heavy that identity was. Restricting me from reaching heights that I wanted, and not allowing me to spread my wings as wide as I wished.
But what stunned me was how derilous everyone else was. So focused were they on their highness that little, insignificant me was automatically forgotten… slowly wiped away from history even before I began.
But I refuse… I refuse to bend to such obnoxious will.
-Saya Belworm
Vinn descended on the witches in a flurry of ice mixed with her anger, while Kai descended on them in a flurry of wind mixed with his own iron steel determination.
As both Zalreth and Maserti barrelled down as a team, all Vinn could do was watch the glow of Jalamayun's eyes.