*Medea skillfully avoided being skewered by the very sharp teeth and talons of several of the creatures that had gathered around her. However, more and more seemed to be coming, and it seemed for that every one she defeated, two more took it's place. In addition to that, the constant fire spells that she was using served to do more than destroy the creatures. Numerous ancient books were consumed in the powerful flames, releasing ancient magic and random spells around the room. She mourned the loss of some of that ancient knowledge, but there was nothing at present she could do. And, she knew that most of the really important ones had protection spells cast on them.
All the while she fought to recall the lost memory, trying to figure out the spell she needed so desperately in order to get rid of all of them for good. She knew that these creatures all spawned from one, and if she could just find the main one, it would be easy to destroy the remaining ones. And, the spell could detect the aura of that one, but unfortunately she could not remember.
She wondered briefly if the others were alright, as she hadn't been able to contact Serenity earlier, and then there was the earthquake. In addition, even if she wanted to try to contact them again she couldn't as the shield spells she was desperately trying to hold into place interfered with telepathic communication somewhat.
Which one should I attack. I cannot tell which one it is.
Suddenly, the grotesque creatures managed to surprise her by suddenly stopping thier attacks. One briefly came to the front, and began speaking. At first Medea was immensely confused, for these creatures had not possessed such intellegence in the past. What could of happened, she wondered, that gave them such cunning in their attacks, now that she thought they might not be so random as they first appeared. This very fact was quite unsettling.*
Creature: Now lissstten, beeeefore you attack me, I am not the one you sssshould attack, for I am not the one who sssspawnssss the othersss. You, pretty bird, give us what we want and we shall leave in peaccccee. Your tearsssss I hear are very powerful. What will it take to make you cryyyy, birdy? Alsssssoo, your feathersssss, give usssss. . . we wantsss the magic that it holdsssss. . .
*The creature paused in it's rant, looking expectantly at Medea as she pondered the meaning of what it had said. Although it waited for a few seconds, she did not think that those two things were all that those creatures were after. They had something else in mind, and she did not like the sound of it. There was no way she was giving them anything as valuable as pheonix tears, which were extremely rare, only one person she knew of possessing some, or the feathers, almost equally as rare. They were both very powerful, and she did not want to even think about what they wanted to use them for.
Glaring defiantly, she threw a fire spell at the creature that had spoke in an unspoken refusal of the offer. The creature had not lied about the fact that it was not the head creature, as more were still coming. Medea kept attacking, but yet more came.
Almost immediately after, one of the destroyed book went up in a huge explosion, one that sent a very powerful spell at her from behind. The next thing she saw was black as she crumpled to the ground, the only thing between her and the creatures her natural protection spell that surrounded her as a pheonix. . . *
_________________ The rest is silence. . .
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