Magic's Point of View

I wake up to a horrid stench in my nose and the taste of crap in my mouth.My whole body ached in pain; so much that I gave up the idea of trying to move. Even if I wanted to, I still wouldn't be able to. 

The memories of my last awakening suddenly burned through my mind.

The rabid look in his eyes, those scary claws that could rip me to shreds, all of it scared me.

But then I remembered the arrows. The tips were ocvered in a particular paralyzing substance, meant specifically for sorcerers. Sahjan had told me about them once. But because they made it specifically for us, in the case it would accidentally hit a human, they would not be paralyzed but the amount of pain would sstill be present.

So, to pass the time, I cracked open my eyes. Thankfully I at least had enough power over that, meaning the paralyzing thing would be gone and out of my system soon. 

I realized I was in a dark cell that was barely illuminated by the torches and the light from the high barred window. I looked around catiously, but I found even that almost impossibly hard to do. 

My wrists were shackled although I wondered why they didn't bother to do anything with my hands. That's where my magic really starts. But that aside, my ankles were shackled too. The cold metal pained my hands but there wasn't anything I could really do about it at the moment.

The rough un-smoothened walls were hard and uncomfortable against my back; moss was growing here and there. Even vines had somehow forced their way in here and grew, although I didn't know how considering the deprivation of light allowed in here.

Straight in my line of view was a bar wall and to my far left was an iron door, making my stay here not at all welcoming.

Not exactly pleasant if you ask me.

A voice, most likely belonging to a bacca guard, growled out suddenly from outside the door. "She's awake," it snarled softly. Even if he spoke just two words, the hate was obvious and radiated onto me.

I hear its footsteps as it scurried away but as soon as they left, new ones approached. They stopped in fron of the bar wall, and by the little light, I could barely decipher the well-known bacca also known as Jerome. 

But compared to when we met outside, he was currently wearing his hunting attire before, which allowed movement by the looks of it. Now, he was wearing an utterly undeniably expensive suit. That weirded me out because many baccas did not prefer such uptight clothing. Then again, it isn't so hard to believe because youtubereans practically ruled the lands. I can't really understand how they gained so much money from people.

(A/N - I have nothing against TC, I just kept on writing this book and they accidentally turned into the bad guys. Sorry.)

He wore a bright red tie that was hard to not spot, considering its bright color, but along with it he wore shiny black slacksand an equally shiny vest/jacket with a very light blue polo underneath, sheilding his furry chest from view. It somehow actually fit him, but I could tell through his grim expression that even he didn't really like wearing it. Must be some team crafted thing.

"Who are you?" He growled harshly and in return, I slightly chuckled. I found it funny how he can forget the scarring experience he caused on others I cared about, yet I remember it just like it happened a few moments ago.

"Hah, it's nice to see you too, you stupid bacca..." I managed to say before a random occuring coughing fit. Even though I was amused, it was clear that he was not.

"Stop playing around, because I need answers." He said as calmly as he could, but the struggle in his voice was clear. "We wiped out your whole clan, except for one. So why is it that another sorcerer, a girl at that, is still alive?"

"Would you care to answer that, you wretched sorceress?" He rumbled on, making sure to keep his intensity of his voice equal. 

Jerome's Point of View

How could there be another sorcerer? We wiped them out years ago, because we thought they held too much power and created imbalance between players. 

So how it that there is another live and existing sorcerer. Correction, I mean sorceress. 

How?

These questions repeated themselves in my head continuously, never stopping. Did she pose a threat to the well-beings of others? Or is she like Seto-

Seto.

Does she know what happened to him?

She's a sorcerer, of course there's a large possibility she'd know about him! My conscience told me irritably. 

"Enough play, girl. I need to know if you have any intel on the wherabouts of a certain sorcerer." I barked at her. I honestly didn't think my futile attempts would be enough to get anything from her but I guess I was wrong. As soon as I mentioned another sorcerer, her ears clearly perked up and stopped spouting irritating insults and such.

"He uses purple fire and is, well, was a part of Team Crafted." I said sternly, sort of hoping she'd have information on him. I truly did miss him, but I wasn't strong enough to stand up for him the day we decided to kick him out. 

For a while she stayed silent and during that whole time, I was considering just leaving her to rot here while I go and search for him. That was the plan, until she spoke.

"I've seen him."

"Where?" I ask pleadingly. I truly did miss my friend. Word spread around that he burnt his tower and they thought him dead. But this...this gives hope back to us, that we can still find our friend.

"Where?" I asked again, instead more demanding this time. But she didn't reply any more. I looked at her closely, noticing the true damage that arrow did on her. Not to mention the sharp bushes she ran through and my claws did a number on her. To be honest, she did look truly ill and I would've had expert nurses and docters helping her, if it weren't for the fact that everyone would think me crazy, and take the power I held now. 

Team Crafted is dangerous business. One wrong move could possibly put you in permenant discrimination, which was what I feared for my people. If I gave help to someone every person thought was wretched, then I would have to join them. I want the best for my people, and putting them in a horrid situation would not be it.

She continued to not respond and so I told her one last thing before I left. "As long as you give me the information I need, there could be a possiblity of letting you go." 

And with that, I left.

~*~

Hey guys, just wanted to say that I honestly DO NOT have anything against team crafted. They're my favorite group of youtubers and I love them so much, but in this book...I just kept on writing and writing but I didn't really have a bad guy named yet, and so when I wrote, they just slowly turned into the bad guy. Really sorry if you don't like that, but I promise they'll be different at a certain time! Just give it time.

Anyways, thanks for reading. Hope to see some comments and votes. THX