All of a sudden, every sense screams. Without thinking, I launch myself up, tackling the Princess to the ground. Before the guards even realize what had happened I was standing on her horse, facing the forest.
"Little mage. Strong shackles." A voice rasps form the darkness of the forest. The swords pointed at me turn to the woods.
"Not strong enough." I reply in the language of my people. "The Princess is under my protection. You do not want to face me here." Laughter follows my words, whispering out of the trees. The men around me pale.
"Lies. Locked in your own body," they reply in the same language. I drew myself up to my full height, making myself as intimidating as I can with no weapon and my magic out of reach. Without this damn collar, I would have made my eyes glow, maybe my sword as well. But all I have are my hands. They will have to do.
"I am Aleka Camia." I say as my arm stretches before me. "General of the Eldren, Destroyer of the enemy, Granddaughter of Chosen. I've seen a god and lived to tell the tale. I have fought your kind countless times and walked away untouched. I am not one to be taken lightly."
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