Shibawrites2

Cursed by the Gods to end a war, hunted by the people who started it. 


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After being found guilty on the charges for practicing witchcraft, Yima was sentenced to life and in three years time she was to be executed. 
 The ship that was transporting new prisoners to Osi was attacked by the notorious kuozwa, the pirate king's private ship.
 After agreeing to marry the pirate king's son in exchange for a chance to enroll at the only magic school, Ngula, Yima doesn't expect any more trouble to come her way, but it does.

Poisoned.

Tiny white crystals made their way down moving luxuriously as if the Gods sprinkled them from heaven.  The cold air sipped in and shocked her bones as she continued searching, the taste of fresh water never leaving her lips. 


 There was no one around when they reached the training area. The nolou, who somehow developed a third layer of celadon coloured skin, left her to continue the search by herself.


 The huge X shaped bars that probably opened the door were covered in cold slippery ice, she couldn't get in. 


 She waited until she felt like she was becoming an ice statue to give up and go back to her room. House waves were behind her, approaching the training area. 


 They looked excited and unbothered by the cold. The sound of dripping water caused her to turn around. The bars were free from the clutches of the deadly, unforgiving ice. 


 She broke into a jog as she tried to get away to avoid being questioned. The cold slowly crept away being replaced by warmth.


 "You're welcome." A wave yelled out to me.


 "Thank you!" She said, a little embarrassed. 


 She stopped jogging, enjoying the rush of warmth spreading everywhere, hitting the right spots. 


She planned to thank the wave personally. 


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