Little Argent Derek Hale

"Slow down, Hilde!" shrieked Lilian as she sped along the muddy trail in the woods. In the blazing sun, her Grey wool robe flailed behind her as the wind blew over her face. A large brown wolf raced beside her. It was twice the size of a regular Wolf and considerably stronger and quicker. It snorted as it approached her and came to an abrupt stop.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, coming to a halt as well. The wolf crept behind one of the large trees, and a young guy in his early twenties emerged seconds later. He had finely chiseled and muscular jaws that complemented his large frame.

"The Priests have arrived," he warned. They hurriedly took cover behind a large tree. As they started to hear the invaders' bickering, they became quiet as if they had never been there.

"I'm certain I sensed an evil aura here..."

"The dark bloods would never dare to utilize their witchcraft in the pope's domain... You obviously heard wrong."

"Don't tease him, Matthew. You know Samuel is never wrong," said the one who seemed to command the team. The squad consisted of twelve priests who distributed over the area with their weapons - silver swords that had been bathed in Holy water to dispel darkness upon contact.

Lilian shivered in her hiding place, Hilde comforted her, but it was a pointless attempt as the Priests gathered behind the tree they hid behind. It was just a matter of minutes until they were apprehended.

"Look beyond the tree."

A priest came slowly with his sword, moving slowly towards the tree, and suddenly sprang in front for a surprise move, but he scowled.

"There's nothing, Captain! Only a thorny tree," he said as he headed back to the squad.

"You see, Samuel guessed incorrectly," they mused as they returned.

Lilian waited until they were gone and the thorn barricade she had built with her witchcraft burnt away. She slumped to the ground, having depleted her energy while attempting to create a barrier. She still lacked the skill for managing her talents, and each attempt to do so sapped her energy. Hilde lifted her in his arms and sprang over the treetops, propelling her onward, towards the Academy, a bastion for the Dark Bloods.

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The Academy, also known as The Crimson Lake, served as a safe haven for the Dark Bloods. Nilfgard kingdom, ruled by the Pope regarded people with abilities beyond human capabilities as Dark Bloods. It was said to be a devil's gift, and all unholy things in a Holy city were to be expelled. For thousands of years, the early popes saw it as their duty to rid the world of any traces of Dark Bloods, so they raised an army of holy priests who captured them and immersed them in holy water, watching them burn until nothing remained of them. The Dark Bloods needed a safe haven, so the Academy was built. It protected all Dark Blooded beings and was guarded by experienced ones with vast knowledge and abilities. Sorcery was the academy's core origin; it protected it from external forces and shifters, people who could transform into beast forms, guarded it. The Academy stood for a thousand years, unable to be attacked or breached by the ruling Pope's army.

Hilde and Lilian sneaked into the academy but there was the principal standing there as if expecting them to be there. They froze, they had been caught. 'What a bad day!' Lilian uttered and quickly looked away from the cold gaze of the principal. Lady Martha, the principal, stood there, her brown eyes lurking on the two kids and she tapped her feet on the ground while her arms were crossed.

"Lady Martha..." Hilde called, slowly standing in front of Lilian. They knew how scary she could be especially when pissed. They had broken the most important rule of the academy - Never to step out of the Bastion under no circumstance. Yet, they had breached the rule, under Lilian's suggestion for a quick stroll.

"Don't you dare..." She said sternly. Her words depicting warning.

"I..." Hilde wanted to say but Lilian quickly brushed him away and instantly, the ground gave way, collapsing. Hilde shuddered, narrowly escaping the danger. Lady Martha was dangerous, a very ruthless one, he knew.

"I'm sorry, Martha. I put him into this..." Lilian apologized, and she waved her hand. The collapsed floor closed back. She staggered forward but Hilde was swift to hold her. She had just depleted the little energy she had gathered. Lady Martha sighed and walked away. Lilian knew that when it involved her, Lady Martha would soften and she did. When she watched the principal no more, she freed herself from Hilde and let out a soft chuckle. Hilde chuckled along and broke into a big laugh. They had just escaped the vicious principal.