an mysterious wandering warrior sorceress renowned
an mysterious wandering warrior sorceress renowned for her power and deadliness and for her ability to be silent and how she often didn’t speak. she has black hair and green eyes. her name is Gwen. a towering muscular elven bounty hunter with short blonde hair and blue eyes known for his strength. his name is Nikolas. he had met her a few months ago and they had a whirlwind romance which ended up in them being married. they are being chased through an inn. she has an idea and they burst into an empty room. she tells him to get in the bed. she uses her sorcery to make her belly swell so she looked heavily pregnant. she got into bed with him. his eyes widen at her belly the sorcery so convincing that he can even feel kicking. he wraps his arm around her and they pretend to be asleep. the chasers come in and search the room. they wake them both up and they pretend to be an unassuming expecting couple. they believe it and leave. Gwen reverses her sorcery and goes back to normal. they then climb out the window and scale down the wall. they escape into the forest. mostly dialogue.
The inn door burst open, a ragged breath of cold air carrying the scent of desperation and the thud of heavy boots. Nikolas gripped his axe, its polished silver catching the flickering firelight. Gwen, her green eyes blazing with icy calm, was already moving, pulling him towards the back of the inn.
“They’re looking for us,” she said, her voice a whisper, a low rumble like the distant thunder of a storm.
“I know,” Nikolas muttered, his eyes darting towards the stairwell, where the sound of heavy footsteps echoed.
Gwen pulled him into a dimly lit room, its only furniture a large four-poster bed. “Get in,” she said, pushing him towards it.
Nikolas looked at her, bewildered. “What are you doing?”
She raised her hand, a faint green glow emanating from her fingertips. “Trust me,” she murmured, her voice a sibilant hiss in the stillness.
Her belly began to swell, a strange, unnatural bloating that transformed her slender frame into the shape of a heavily pregnant woman. The effect was so real, so convincingly grotesque, that Nikolas could almost feel the child within her, a pulsing, kicking life. He gasped, stepping back.
“What… how…?”
“Magic,” she said, her voice barely a breath. “Now, get in.”
She lay down in the bed, her face a mask of serenity. Nikolas, still reeling from the sheer audacity of her spell, climbed in beside her. She placed her hand on his, a reassuring squeeze, and as the first footsteps echoed outside the door, she closed her eyes.
The door creaked open. Two men, their faces hardened by years of hardship, stalked into the room, their eyes scanning for anything out of place. They stopped at the foot of the bed, their faces contorted in a grimace of disbelief.
“A pregnant woman?” the taller of the two muttered. “What are they doing here?”
“Quiet,” the other one hissed. “Don’t wake them.”
The two men turned to leave, their eyes still lingering on the couple in the bed, a strange mixture of pity and irritation on their faces.
“I thought you said she was a warrior,” the taller man grunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“She might be,” the other one mumbled, “But she’s a pregnant woman now. And a pregnant woman is harmless.”
They closed the door behind them, the faint echo of their retreating footsteps fading into the silence.
Nikolas’ eyes were wide with disbelief. He reached out to touch her belly, his fingertips tingling against the warm, taut skin.
“You’re a witch,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe and a hint of terror.
“Just a girl with a knack for illusion,” Gwen said, a faint smile playing on her lips.
She sat up, the unnatural swelling of her belly fading back to her normal slender frame. “Now, let’s go,” she said, her voice now a whisper of wind rustling through the trees.
Nikolas, still reeling from the spectacle he had just witnessed, followed her as she climbed out the window. He watched, amazed, as she effortlessly scaled the wall, her movements as silent and graceful as a shadow.
He followed suit, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The forest lay before them, a dark, silent world waiting to swallow them up.
“Where to now?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Away from them,” Gwen said, her green eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. “As far as we can run.”
And they ran, their footsteps echoing through the stillness of the forest, two figures lost in a world of magic and danger, their love a flickering flame against the backdrop of a world that sought to consume them.
