leanamarie

Backed against the edge of the cliff, the sorceress' options were few.   She had little magic energies left and all her magical devices had been stolen or destroyed.   Tears filled her eyes when she looked at her assailants. "why, Petros? Arcturas? Nikita?" she pleaded. "you know why, witch," spat Arcturas, "you cannot be trusted, your blood is the blood of demons." He reddied his sword. "please, I would never harm you!   After all we've been through together how can you do this?" cried Salamandra. "Never harm us?!   what do you call it when you take control of our minds then?   not quite rape?   how do we know you haven't been doing that