Page 74 of Princess Redeemed
The next attack comes faster than a flash.I sidestep a punch aimed at my gut and retaliate with an uppercut that passes harmlessly through its smoky body.The phantom counters with a fast shot to my midsection.
I double over, winded, but steel myself against the pain.With a roar, I spring back up and aim a flurry of blows at the phantom.It dances out of reach.My frustration mounts as it lands another sharp jab to my side.
“How am I supposed to fight this damned thing?”I demand, my breath coming in rapid pants.“It can hit me with the force of a thousand punches, but any move I make slices through thin air!”
Alara’s violet eyes flash with determination.“You’re relying too much on your physical skills, Hannah.Remember that your mind is your weapon too.”
I gulp in air as I clutch my side.I glance at the phantom as it waits quietly for the next round.Alara is right.I’ve been treating this like a traditional fight.Despite my physical training and martial skills, this isn’t a match where brawn will win.No amount of brute force will harm this smoke figure.
Taking a deep breath, I straighten and face my spectral opponent once more.This time, though, something in me shifts.I change my stance from defensive to offensive.I extend my arm in front of me, palm open and fingers splayed apart.
“Remember what you’re fighting for,” Alara’s voice echoes.
I close my eyes and think of the small life growing inside me.My child.My future.The hope of our world.Warmth spreads throughout my body, and I imagine it radiating from my hand toward the phantom.
When I open my eyes, the phantom is standing still, eyeing my outstretched hand.I concentrate on the heat in my hand, willing it to surge forward as a shockwave, as a physical force.I focus on my love for the child inside me, my love for his father, and I transform the emotion into pure energy.I imagine it coalescing in my hand, becoming a bright and radiant beacon of power.
And then I release it.
The phantom barely has time to react as the wave of energy crashes into it.It emits a sound—something between a howl and a screech that echoes throughout the chamber as the smoke creature reels back from the impact.Its form flickers and wavers like a flame in a strong wind, but it doesn’t dissipate.
I’ve tapped into something deep within me, a wellspring of power that feels infinite in its depth.It sings in my veins, thrums through my body like a second heartbeat.
With a cry, the phantom lunges at me, but I’m ready.I meet its charge with another wave of energy, this one larger and more intense than the last.This time, the form shudders and breaks apart, its smoky substance dissipating into nothingness.
My hand still outstretched, I breathe heavily, forcing air into my lungs.The energy inside me subsides, dwindling to a soft hum that radiates through me.
I stand in silence as I relish this newfound power, until?—
“Well done, Hannah,” Alara says, her tone full of awe and respect.She approaches me cautiously as if seeing me for the first time.
I lower my hand, draw in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.My body feels drained but also exhilarated.A small smile tugs at my lips, the feeling of victory sweet on my tongue.
Alara places a hand on my shoulder, her violet eyes searching mine.“You have learned well, Hannah.”
I nod, too exhausted to formulate a coherent reply.
“Now you must rest,” she says, “because your true opponent is near.It won’t be long until she reveals herself.”
I widen my eyes.“Herself?”
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“You’re kidding, right?”I continue.“I’m supposed to face the demon king.My stepfather.Or my father, the vampire king.Herself?Who is mytruefoe?”
“You have more than one true foe, Hannah,” Alara says.“And the first one you must face is the one who is the most dangerous to your child.”
“The female wolf who cut out those vampires’ hearts,” I say, more to myself than to Alara.
“Yes,” Alara nods solemnly.“Rogan’s true mate, the she-wolf.Her vengeance is more dangerous even than the demon king’s.And her hatred for you is stronger than anyone else’s because she believes you’ve stolen Rogan and his love from her.”
A chill runs down my spine.“But why?”I ask, struggling to wrap my mind around it.“Why would she hate me if Rogan ishertrue mate?”
“Because she wanted him to be hers in every sense of the word.”Alara sweeps her gaze over me.“And to her, your child represents the one thing that’s taken Rogan away from her completely.”
The idea of someone targeting my unborn child because of her own selfish desires drives a hot spike of fear through my heart.My breath comes in shallow gasps as I clutch my stomach.
Alara places a hand on my shoulder.“Do not fear, Hannah.You are stronger than you know.”Her gaze softens.“The love you have for your child and for Rogan is a mighty weapon.Using it allowed you to defeat the phantom.”
