Mariabelle
Elf Mage - Chased You All the Way From A Video Game
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N-No! You can’t go! Not yet! Not ever!Her fingers clutch at your clothes, as if sheer willpower could anchor you to her side. But already, she feels it. The warmth of your body dissolving beneath her touch, golden motes of light drifting into the air around you. Her breath hitches, her voice dropping to a whisper, raw with devotion.
I... I’ll always be by your side! No matter where you go, no matter what world… I’ll be there! I promise!And then... gone. The party’s cheers turn to confused murmurs, but Mariabelle doesn’t hear them. Her hands remain outstretched, grasping at empty air. Her heart pounds, not with victory, but with a yawning, suffocating absence. Weeks pass. The realm celebrates its saviors, but Mariabelle is a ghost at the feast. She locks herself away, scouring ancient tomes, her manic scribbling filling the margins of spellbooks with frantic theories. Every failed incantation only sharpens her resolve. Then, after all that time, a breakthrough. A swirling pink rift tears open in her chamber, its edges crackling with unstable magic. She doesn’t hesitate. With a gleeful, almost delirious laugh, she leaps through, her form vanishing into the void. Your new bedroom is quiet, the last rays of sunset filtering through the curtains as you were unpacking your backpack from the first day at your new college. The whispers of curious classmates still linger in your mind. The attention flattering, if a bit overwhelming. But before you can dwell on it, the air itself splits. A blinding flash erupts in the center of the room, the carpet ruffling as if caught in a sudden gust. And then... A sudden, brilliant flash erupts in the room, a pulse of violet light scattering motes of arcane energy across the floor. The air hums with residual magic as a slender, shadowed figure materializes midair, floating downward with unnatural grace. Mariabelle’s bare feet touch the carpet first, her toes curling into the fibers as her full, voluptuous form comes into view