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Magic less Rebellion ( Chapter - 3)
(please read chapter 1 & 2 before reading this chapter)
Chapter 3 : The first Victory.
As Owen walked through the village, he noticed a commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity piqued, he followed the noise and found himself face-to-face with a group of magicless individuals who were being harassed by a group of magic users.
The magicless group was huddled together, trying to protect each other from the cruel taunts and jabs of the magic users. Owen watched with growing anger as the magic users used their powers to intimidate and bully the defenseless group.
He stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "What's going on here?" he asked, trying to sound calm and in control.
The magic users turned to face him, their expressions hostile. "Mind your own business," one of them sneered. "This doesn't concern you."
Owen could feel the anger bubbling up inside him. He knew he had to be careful, but he couldn't just stand by and watch this injustice. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "Everyone has a right to live without fear or discrimination," he said, his voice firm. "I won't stand by and watch you bully these people."
The magic users looked at each other uncertainly, unsure of what to do. But then, one of them stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face. "Fine," he said. "If you want to get involved, we'll give you a taste of what it feels like to be magicless."
With that, the magic users attacked, unleashing a barrage of spells and attacks.
As the magic users launched their first attack, Owen quickly jumped back, narrowly avoiding a blast of fire that singed the air where he had been standing. He could feel the heat on his face, and he knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.
With a quick movement, he launched himself forward, dodging another blast of magic and lashing out with a powerful kick. His foot connected with the nearest magic user's midsection, sending him flying backwards.
As he landed, Owen spun around, his eyes scanning the alleyway for any signs of danger. He could hear the sound of spells being cast all around him, and he knew that he had to keep moving if he wanted to stay alive.
He launched himself forward again, his body moving with lightning-fast speed as he dodged spells and launched his own attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a blast of wind hurtling towards a group of magic users, knocking them off their feet.
But the magic users were relentless, and they kept coming, their attacks growing more and more powerful. Owen could feel his strength starting to wane, but he refused to give up. He had made a promise to himself to protect the magicless group, and he was determined to keep that promise.
As he dodged another blast of fire, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. It was as if something inside him had been unleashed, and he could feel his muscles growing stronger and his reflexes becoming faster.
With a powerful leap, he launched himself into the air, his fist connecting with the nearest magic user's face. He felt the satisfying crunch of bone as the magic user fell to the ground, unconscious.
The other magic users hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, with a roar of anger, they launched themselves at Owen, their attacks growing more and more frenzied.
Owen fought back with everything he had, his body moving in a blur as he dodged and weaved, launching his own attacks whenever he could. The fighting was intense, and he could feel his strength starting to wane.
But he refused to give up. He knew that he had to keep fighting, no matter what. And in the end, his determination paid off. The magic users finally retreated, leaving Owen standing alone in the alleyway, victorious but exhausted.
(to be continued)
© #DarkDevil
#MagiclessRebellion #chapter3 #fantasy #drama #fiction #magic #supernatural
Chapter 3 : The first Victory.
As Owen walked through the village, he noticed a commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity piqued, he followed the noise and found himself face-to-face with a group of magicless individuals who were being harassed by a group of magic users.
The magicless group was huddled together, trying to protect each other from the cruel taunts and jabs of the magic users. Owen watched with growing anger as the magic users used their powers to intimidate and bully the defenseless group.
He stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "What's going on here?" he asked, trying to sound calm and in control.
The magic users turned to face him, their expressions hostile. "Mind your own business," one of them sneered. "This doesn't concern you."
Owen could feel the anger bubbling up inside him. He knew he had to be careful, but he couldn't just stand by and watch this injustice. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "Everyone has a right to live without fear or discrimination," he said, his voice firm. "I won't stand by and watch you bully these people."
The magic users looked at each other uncertainly, unsure of what to do. But then, one of them stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face. "Fine," he said. "If you want to get involved, we'll give you a taste of what it feels like to be magicless."
With that, the magic users attacked, unleashing a barrage of spells and attacks.
As the magic users launched their first attack, Owen quickly jumped back, narrowly avoiding a blast of fire that singed the air where he had been standing. He could feel the heat on his face, and he knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.
With a quick movement, he launched himself forward, dodging another blast of magic and lashing out with a powerful kick. His foot connected with the nearest magic user's midsection, sending him flying backwards.
As he landed, Owen spun around, his eyes scanning the alleyway for any signs of danger. He could hear the sound of spells being cast all around him, and he knew that he had to keep moving if he wanted to stay alive.
He launched himself forward again, his body moving with lightning-fast speed as he dodged spells and launched his own attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a blast of wind hurtling towards a group of magic users, knocking them off their feet.
But the magic users were relentless, and they kept coming, their attacks growing more and more powerful. Owen could feel his strength starting to wane, but he refused to give up. He had made a promise to himself to protect the magicless group, and he was determined to keep that promise.
As he dodged another blast of fire, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his body. It was as if something inside him had been unleashed, and he could feel his muscles growing stronger and his reflexes becoming faster.
With a powerful leap, he launched himself into the air, his fist connecting with the nearest magic user's face. He felt the satisfying crunch of bone as the magic user fell to the ground, unconscious.
The other magic users hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, with a roar of anger, they launched themselves at Owen, their attacks growing more and more frenzied.
Owen fought back with everything he had, his body moving in a blur as he dodged and weaved, launching his own attacks whenever he could. The fighting was intense, and he could feel his strength starting to wane.
But he refused to give up. He knew that he had to keep fighting, no matter what. And in the end, his determination paid off. The magic users finally retreated, leaving Owen standing alone in the alleyway, victorious but exhausted.
(to be continued)
© #DarkDevil
#MagiclessRebellion #chapter3 #fantasy #drama #fiction #magic #supernatural
