Share
MidReal Story
Rebel's Betrayal: Mage's Vengeance
Scenario:A powerful mage rebel is betrayed by her leaders for the greater good of the rebellion. To get her inside the palace to kill the false king. Only to be captured by a general and have her magic suppressed.
Create my version of this story
Elara Vesper
1woman,long silver hair,fitted robes,dark blue
Lyra Dawnwhisper
1woman,short red hair,tattered rebel uniform,green
Theron Blackwood
1man: dark hair,short hairstyle,muscular,blue eyes,military uniform
I was betrayed.
The words echoed in my mind as I ran through the palace, my silver hair streaming behind me.
I had been betrayed by the very people I had sworn to fight for.
The people who had raised me and trained me to be a weapon against the false king.
And now they had sent me here to die.
I could feel the guards closing in on me, their footsteps pounding on the marble floors.
I could hear their shouts and curses as they tried to catch me, but I was too fast for them.
My magic surged through my veins, giving me strength and speed that no ordinary human could match.
I rounded a corner and skidded to a stop, my heart pounding in my chest.
There were too many of them, and I was running out of places to hide.
I could feel the magic of the palace pressing down on me, trying to suppress my own power.
I forced myself to take a deep breath and calm my racing heart.
I had to focus.
I was a mage, and I was a rebel.
I was trained to be a spy and an assassin, to move through the shadows unseen and unheard.
I could do this.
With one last look over my shoulder, I slipped down a narrow hallway and hid behind a tapestry.
I could hear the guards coming, their boots pounding on the stone floor.
I closed my eyes and waited, the hilt of my dagger pressed against my palm.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
I was supposed to be here as an ambassador, sent by the rebel leaders to seek an alliance with the false king.
But that had been a lie, a ruse to get me inside the palace.
My true mission was to kill him.
But the rebels had known that sending me would be like signing my own death warrant.
My silver hair marked me as a mage, and my power was unmatched.
They had sent me here to die, and I had been too foolish to see it.
The sound of footsteps stopped in front of me, and I held my breath, waiting for them to pass by.
But instead of moving on, the guards stopped and began speaking in hushed tones.
They were looking for me, I realized.
And they were getting closer.
I gripped my dagger, ready to spring out and attack at a moment’s notice.
But before I could move, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me out from behind the tapestry.
I stumbled forward and came face-to-face with a man dressed in armor, his sword drawn and ready to strike.
He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and his face was hard and unyielding.
He was one of the king’s generals, I realized with a jolt of fear.
The general stared at me for a long moment, his eyes flickering over my face as if he were searching for something.
Then he grabbed my other arm and began dragging me down the hallway.
I struggled against him, but he was too strong.
“Let me go!”
I shouted, trying to wrench myself free.
He didn’t reply, didn’t even look at me, just dragged me down the hallway toward the throne room.
It was the one place in the palace that I had been warned never to enter.
The one place where the false king held court, surrounded by his most powerful mages and warriors.
The chances of getting out alive were slim, but that didn’t matter now.
The man who had taken everything from me was only a few steps away.
My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear but from excitement.
I was an assassin, trained by the rebels since I was old enough to hold a sword.
I had spent my entire life fighting for them, learning how to move through the shadows unseen, how to kill without hesitation or remorse.
I was good at it, better than anyone else, and I knew that I was more than capable of taking down this guard.
But I hesitated.
This was supposed to be a diplomatic mission.
I was here as an ambassador, representing my people and seeking an alliance with the false king.
If I killed this guard, it would be an act of war.
It would mean that our chance at peace was lost forever.
And so I forced myself to remain still, even as my hand tightened around the hilt of my dagger.
I would only attack if there was no other choice.
The guard drew closer, his footsteps echoing through the hall.
I stared at him, waiting for him to see me and give chase.
But he never looked my way.
Instead, he passed right by my hiding spot and kept walking, disappearing around a corner without ever knowing that I was there.
I let out a long breath and released my grip on my dagger.
That had been close, too close.
I needed to be more careful, more aware of my surroundings.
I couldn’t let myself get caught, not when I was so close to my target.
I peeked around the corner and scanned the hallway for any other guards who might be lurking nearby.
The corridor was empty, but I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching from down the hall.
I ducked back behind the corner and waited, my heart pounding in my chest as the footsteps drew closer and closer.
The guard stepped into view, his eyes scanning the hallway for any signs of trouble.
He was big and burly, with a bushy brown beard and hair that hung down past his shoulders.
He was probably twice my size, and there was no way I would be able to overpower him with strength alone.
But that didn’t matter, because I was faster and smarter than he was.
As he walked past my hiding spot, I stepped out from behind him and cleared my throat.
The guard jumped and spun around, his hand going for his sword.
But before he could draw it, I lifted my hands and gave him my best trembling smile.
“Oh, thank goodness!”
I cried, putting on my best noblewoman’s voice.
“I’m so glad I found someone.”
The guard stared at me for a long moment, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“What are you doing back here, miss?”
he growled, taking a step closer.
“It’s not safe for you to be wandering around alone.”
“I know,” I said, trying to sound innocent and helpless.
“But I got separated from my escort, and I don’t know where they went.”
The guard eyed me warily, clearly not believing a word I was saying.
And why should he?
I was wearing all black, with my silver hair pulled back into a tight braid at my nape, and I knew that I looked every inch an assassin.
But instead of attacking me or raising the alarm, the guard sighed and shook his head in resignation.