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There I was, trapped, no place to go, and no sword in hand. I retreated but they followed, my mission to recover my stolen treasures was a failure. Brought to my knees and bounded by musty rope and chain I was at my end, my robes were torn and tattered, failing at every seam from the battle I fought and lost. I was weak and tired, but then one of them, a cloaked man came before me and struck me with his sword. I could feel death, but the pain vanished as if I was never struck... And it appeared I wasn't. Now frozen in time his sword melted in front of me, surrounded by my own aura of green magic I smirked and cawed out to this foe. I felt an itch on my back, my magic, it erupted through my body sprouting demonic wings, I soared upward taking this foe with me and hurling him forward into his group of thieves and assailants. On the way up, every rope that bonded me, and every chain disintegrated, including my clothing all but my loincloth. Fragments fell before my assertion, my body felt powerful, my magic was intoxicating, I cast many spells, throwing these heathens from side to side, sometimes allowing them to fall onto their own, other times letting them retreat. My foes froze as my body became backlit by the moon, and shiny by my magic. Every inch of my body showed these heathens what true fear was, and I liked that.

"Never cross Asher Cross" I said to them as I hurled a green fireball at them destroying their forces.

I felt the magic dwindle, I began to slowly descend back to the ground, my eyes grew heavy, my legs, arms... Once my feet touched the soft cold ground I looked up at the channel I carved into the field where my enemies once stood and collapsed.

I awoke the next morning slumped against an oak tree, and a small man making some kind of soup in the distance. Food sounded good after what I went through but I couldn't move an inch. He must have heard me rustle my feathers as I awoke because he turned to greet me... "You saw didn't you," I said to him as he made his way to me with a bowl of soup, though by the looks of it it was more of a healing potion mixed with soup... I checked my chest, no slash, no injuries. "I did, and this will get you back on your feet, also, here's a shirt and shorts, its rags but you can't go back into town like that without attracting attention now." I looked over his way and reached for the soup. "Thanks, who are you anyway" I began eating the soup as the stranger walked away and said, "a passer-by, we will meet again Asher Cross."

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Asher Cross © kragith

Story written by kragith