The door was slammed shut after Theodore left. Callista broke down crying and cursing her fate. What did she do to deserve something like this?
The hair on her skin curled, and an overwhelming presence filled the room. Callista struggled to sit up. Her eyes were darting around the room. The blood blurred her sight.
Callista didn't bother to heal her injury. She secretly hoped she would die from blood loss.
Then she saw her. Her heart skipped a beat once her eyes laid on her. From her frame Callista could deduce it was a woman. She was a magic user, and a very powerful one apparently. Her face was covered by a hood; the only thing Callista could spot was her red lips, bright as blood.
"Who are you?" she asked the mysterious figure sitting on the bed. She chuckled, her hand gracefully covering her mouth before she smugly chimed, "Your saviour, dear heroine."
"Heroine," Callista blurted, confused by what she meant.
