✖"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword"✖
- Skylar Shikon
Grey eyes flashed on a gray horizon. This place... why had they taken her here? Well, actually, she knew why. She just didn't know why it had to be a dismal place like this. This smog-filled city was completely destitute from any natural beauty. Or at least anything that appealed to Skylar. Her little sister on the other hand, she would probably love it here. She appreciated the finer things that this certain city had to offer. Skylar happened to be sitting inside one of those finer things right now. It was a vehicle that somehow hovered right off the ground, but was still too heavy to actually fly. In a artistic sense, Skylar actually felt bad for the mechanical beast. To live a life where the sky is just out of your reach...
Unfortunately, she needed to be worried about herself right now. You see, she wasn't exactly in this car by choice. She continued her even breathing to resemble sleep while her captors were in arms reach. They were quiet, which she didn't like. She was hoping that if she faked being asleep that they would divulge something, anything she could use to break out of this contraption. And worse of all, her katana, her lovely blade, had been confiscated as well. She missed that comforting weight against her hip. Now it was replaced with a loneliness and a longing.
These fiends had grabbed Skylar months ago. Months. She just managed to track down her little sister and only two weeks later did she get kidnapped. Skylar took a deep breath and shuffled a bit in her laying position. She did it to seem like she was dreaming but also to calm her breathing. She couldn't think about Haretsa at a time like this. She needed to focus. Skylar began drawing a mental plan in her mind.
Task one, get these bonds off.
Task two, get her sword.
Task three, get the hell out of here.
For some odd reason, Skylar still had access to her magic. She could feel the eternano flowing through her veins. Her power gave her a little sense of peace. She could still fight back! Skylar theorized that because she wielded a sword that her captors must have assumed that she didn't have any magic. Hopefully that mistake would be to her advantage.
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They rode along for what felt like hours. Hours of listening to the rumble of the engine. It was maddening yet calming. She pushed out her distractions and discomforts while she thought of ways to escape. Every now and then she would shuffle around in the sleep until she was up against the wall with her back against it. Thankfully her robes were still held tight around her body. Modesty wasn't something Skylar suffered from, but she didn't want any of these fools getting a look at her - that was for sure. One good thing about sitting and listening for the past couple of hours was that Skylar was being aware of the subtle motions of the vehicle. When it stopped, there was a moment of weightlessness in her stomach before gravity caught back up. And when they accelerated, Skylar was pushed back ever so slightly. There it was.
That was the key.
She didn't care where they were or how many of them there were. The next time this thing stopped, she was getting out of there. She wasn't stupid though. She knew that she needed to have some sort of plan. Since her back was to the wall and she was blindfolded, she knew she would be safe to cast a spell. She took a deep breath and let her magic run forth. "Senses of the Goddess!", she thought aloud. Her senses seemed to spread out as her telekinesis did just that. Her confines were just a plain metal room with no seats and a latched door. There weren't even any windows. And no wonder it was so quiet...
She was alone.
She immediately loosened her stiff muscles. Skylar felt royally stupid for sitting here by herself for hours, pretending to be asleep. Thank God no one else would know about this... She could see with her telekinetic senses that her bindings were just a tangle of rope. She hadn't dared to try and unravel them this whole time for the fear of anyone with her. She probably could have escaped hours ago!
Skylar snapped her fingers and the ropes around her wrists began untying themselves. After they laid in a pile at her feet, she rubbed her raw skin before slipping her blindfold off. It was dark. The only light in the room was the aura from her spell. After getting up and stretching her aching muscles into activity again, Skylar closed her eyes again and focused. She spread her senses out even further - all the way to the 30 meter limit. Any farther and Skylar would be overwhelmed. First she looked past the door that barred her passage. Immediately outside, she could see the ground below moving at an alarming rate. So she was alone in her own transport. A transport that moved rather quickly. She pushed further. Two magic-mobiles followed her transport closely, matching it's speed expertly. This time, six waves moved back at her. Two from the nearest vehicle, and four from the furthest. Skylar turned her attention to the front now. Her driver was alone in the front cab. Skylar's eyes snapped open though as she searched the passenger seat. There her katana sat underneath what looked like a filthy satchel. A flicker of anger ringed through Skylar's body. How dare they disrespect her gorgeous weapon! Setting her disgust aside for the moment, she scanned further ahead. The next two cars were far more worrisome than the last two. Instead of six waves coming back at her like last time, thirteen resonated at her. She wasn't getting out that way. Okay, now that she had some sort of bearing of her surroundings she could finally take action.
Now to get her weapon.
Unfortunately, Skylar couldn't manipulate objects that she can't physically see, so she couldn't just bust out and have her katana smash through a window to get to her. She only had one other option. Skylar walked over to the side of the wall where the passenger seat was and crouched down. She only had one shot at this. She rubbed her hands together and took another deep breath. Skylar then placed both her open palms on the wall and cast her spell.
"Phasewalk!"
A incandescent lavender shaded magic circle bloomed on the wall and spun around, immersing the dark room in a cool light. Suddenly, the wall that was before her was no more. She heard the driver exclaim in surprise, but she wasn't going to let him have any leeway. She immediately grabbed for her katana but stopped when she saw the pack. For a split second she contemplated what might be inside before adrenaline kicked in and she just grabbed it and her weapon. The driver let go of the wheel to try and stop her from arming herself but once her hand was back through her magic circle, it shattered and the wall existed again. Skylar slipped her katana over her shoulder and strapped the pack on. That's when the vehicle jarred backwards. All her kidnappers were about to know she was trying to escape and they would know she was a magic user now.
It was time to go.
Skylar raised a hand at the locked door. She began to try to telekinetically pull apart the lock so the door would just open, but it was honestly just taking too long. Skylar braced herself, gathered power, and sent a swath of telekinetic energy careening at the door. It buckled almost immediately. Her quiet prison erupted into sound and life as the door ripped off it's hinges and was sent flying into the car that was following ever so closely behind it...
She could hear the sound of breaking glass and tearing metal over the roar of the winds, but she didn't have time to wonder how many of her captors she'd incapacitated. Skylar sprinted to the edge of the cab and jumped into the open air.
"Ascension of the Goddess!"
Skylar's forward momentum sent her careening forward as the telekinetic field around her body took hold. She swerved hard to the right to avoid the truck she'd damaged and then as high as she could manage. By now, she could hear the sound of the other vehicles coming to a halt to see what happened. She couldn't think about it though. She just had to get away.
Thankfully, they were still in the city. With all the tall buildings around, Skylar was sure she'd be able to lose her captors before long. She rocketed around skyscrapers, dipped under bridges, and zipped down alleys. Anything to get away. But they were persistent. Skylar guessed that once they realized that she could use magic that they were tracking her with it. She whizzed down several more alleys before touching down on the ground and dismissing her spell. She would have to huff it out on foot now. Skylar scanned the area with her sharp grey eyes. She saw many different kinds of businesses - all annoyingly car related - until her eyes landed on a magic post office with a picture of roadrunner mailman. An idea formed in her head.
Time to call in the calvary.
Five minutes later, a letter was sent via teleportation circle to a certain woman that read as so:
Unfortunately, she needed to be worried about herself right now. You see, she wasn't exactly in this car by choice. She continued her even breathing to resemble sleep while her captors were in arms reach. They were quiet, which she didn't like. She was hoping that if she faked being asleep that they would divulge something, anything she could use to break out of this contraption. And worse of all, her katana, her lovely blade, had been confiscated as well. She missed that comforting weight against her hip. Now it was replaced with a loneliness and a longing.
These fiends had grabbed Skylar months ago. Months. She just managed to track down her little sister and only two weeks later did she get kidnapped. Skylar took a deep breath and shuffled a bit in her laying position. She did it to seem like she was dreaming but also to calm her breathing. She couldn't think about Haretsa at a time like this. She needed to focus. Skylar began drawing a mental plan in her mind.
Task one, get these bonds off.
Task two, get her sword.
Task three, get the hell out of here.
For some odd reason, Skylar still had access to her magic. She could feel the eternano flowing through her veins. Her power gave her a little sense of peace. She could still fight back! Skylar theorized that because she wielded a sword that her captors must have assumed that she didn't have any magic. Hopefully that mistake would be to her advantage.
~~~
They rode along for what felt like hours. Hours of listening to the rumble of the engine. It was maddening yet calming. She pushed out her distractions and discomforts while she thought of ways to escape. Every now and then she would shuffle around in the sleep until she was up against the wall with her back against it. Thankfully her robes were still held tight around her body. Modesty wasn't something Skylar suffered from, but she didn't want any of these fools getting a look at her - that was for sure. One good thing about sitting and listening for the past couple of hours was that Skylar was being aware of the subtle motions of the vehicle. When it stopped, there was a moment of weightlessness in her stomach before gravity caught back up. And when they accelerated, Skylar was pushed back ever so slightly. There it was.
That was the key.
She didn't care where they were or how many of them there were. The next time this thing stopped, she was getting out of there. She wasn't stupid though. She knew that she needed to have some sort of plan. Since her back was to the wall and she was blindfolded, she knew she would be safe to cast a spell. She took a deep breath and let her magic run forth. "Senses of the Goddess!", she thought aloud. Her senses seemed to spread out as her telekinesis did just that. Her confines were just a plain metal room with no seats and a latched door. There weren't even any windows. And no wonder it was so quiet...
She was alone.
She immediately loosened her stiff muscles. Skylar felt royally stupid for sitting here by herself for hours, pretending to be asleep. Thank God no one else would know about this... She could see with her telekinetic senses that her bindings were just a tangle of rope. She hadn't dared to try and unravel them this whole time for the fear of anyone with her. She probably could have escaped hours ago!
Skylar snapped her fingers and the ropes around her wrists began untying themselves. After they laid in a pile at her feet, she rubbed her raw skin before slipping her blindfold off. It was dark. The only light in the room was the aura from her spell. After getting up and stretching her aching muscles into activity again, Skylar closed her eyes again and focused. She spread her senses out even further - all the way to the 30 meter limit. Any farther and Skylar would be overwhelmed. First she looked past the door that barred her passage. Immediately outside, she could see the ground below moving at an alarming rate. So she was alone in her own transport. A transport that moved rather quickly. She pushed further. Two magic-mobiles followed her transport closely, matching it's speed expertly. This time, six waves moved back at her. Two from the nearest vehicle, and four from the furthest. Skylar turned her attention to the front now. Her driver was alone in the front cab. Skylar's eyes snapped open though as she searched the passenger seat. There her katana sat underneath what looked like a filthy satchel. A flicker of anger ringed through Skylar's body. How dare they disrespect her gorgeous weapon! Setting her disgust aside for the moment, she scanned further ahead. The next two cars were far more worrisome than the last two. Instead of six waves coming back at her like last time, thirteen resonated at her. She wasn't getting out that way. Okay, now that she had some sort of bearing of her surroundings she could finally take action.
Now to get her weapon.
Unfortunately, Skylar couldn't manipulate objects that she can't physically see, so she couldn't just bust out and have her katana smash through a window to get to her. She only had one other option. Skylar walked over to the side of the wall where the passenger seat was and crouched down. She only had one shot at this. She rubbed her hands together and took another deep breath. Skylar then placed both her open palms on the wall and cast her spell.
"Phasewalk!"
A incandescent lavender shaded magic circle bloomed on the wall and spun around, immersing the dark room in a cool light. Suddenly, the wall that was before her was no more. She heard the driver exclaim in surprise, but she wasn't going to let him have any leeway. She immediately grabbed for her katana but stopped when she saw the pack. For a split second she contemplated what might be inside before adrenaline kicked in and she just grabbed it and her weapon. The driver let go of the wheel to try and stop her from arming herself but once her hand was back through her magic circle, it shattered and the wall existed again. Skylar slipped her katana over her shoulder and strapped the pack on. That's when the vehicle jarred backwards. All her kidnappers were about to know she was trying to escape and they would know she was a magic user now.
It was time to go.
Skylar raised a hand at the locked door. She began to try to telekinetically pull apart the lock so the door would just open, but it was honestly just taking too long. Skylar braced herself, gathered power, and sent a swath of telekinetic energy careening at the door. It buckled almost immediately. Her quiet prison erupted into sound and life as the door ripped off it's hinges and was sent flying into the car that was following ever so closely behind it...
She could hear the sound of breaking glass and tearing metal over the roar of the winds, but she didn't have time to wonder how many of her captors she'd incapacitated. Skylar sprinted to the edge of the cab and jumped into the open air.
"Ascension of the Goddess!"
Skylar's forward momentum sent her careening forward as the telekinetic field around her body took hold. She swerved hard to the right to avoid the truck she'd damaged and then as high as she could manage. By now, she could hear the sound of the other vehicles coming to a halt to see what happened. She couldn't think about it though. She just had to get away.
Thankfully, they were still in the city. With all the tall buildings around, Skylar was sure she'd be able to lose her captors before long. She rocketed around skyscrapers, dipped under bridges, and zipped down alleys. Anything to get away. But they were persistent. Skylar guessed that once they realized that she could use magic that they were tracking her with it. She whizzed down several more alleys before touching down on the ground and dismissing her spell. She would have to huff it out on foot now. Skylar scanned the area with her sharp grey eyes. She saw many different kinds of businesses - all annoyingly car related - until her eyes landed on a magic post office with a picture of roadrunner mailman. An idea formed in her head.
Time to call in the calvary.
Five minutes later, a letter was sent via teleportation circle to a certain woman that read as so: