ABIGAIL

“Damn rebels!” I started to lunge at the closest of the ten who appeared, but something stopped me cold.

“Aaggr!” I roared as I fell on my back, like my nose had slammed into an invisible shield.

They had trapped me and, worse, the spell they cast was hitting me hard.

The flames inside me rebelled stronger than ever; something was forcing them out of my body… something that coveted them.

A black mist rose from the ground and took the shape of shadowy flowers…

I knew that curse called Flame-Devouring Flowers.

This looks terrible.

“Cowards, using such a filthy spell to drain my power!” I shouted, trying in vain to resist, but the burning on my skin was becoming unbearable.

“They forced our hand; we will never be controlled by brainless beasts.”

I lifted my head to see a woman beyond the haze, had to be the little boss.

I wanted to answer, but a roar came out of my mouth instead, and I dropped to my knees, hugging myself.

“Abigail, you have to get a grip, resist, I don’t have the