Chainslock

COMPLETED.

(WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.)

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On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Sustaining the King's Life

"Lacrymae?" Anakin asked. "What's that?"

Faustina blinked as the professor began to announce; and so, before she could answer Anakin's question, "you only have thirty more minutes left before the submission of the results,"

"Oh," Anakin stood up. "It seems like we have to test yours now."

"I'm sorry I'm not really sure what Lacrymae is. I haven't seen a gem like you—I mean, yours—too," Anakin coughed as he covers his lips, averting from Faustina.

He was red on his cheeks, which spread to his ears.

Faustina stared at the skies as she finished conjuring each of the spells. It was a good thing that they were required to use every element, aside from having to label which element they are most compatible with.

To the Infirmary