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3. Chapter

We're standing face-to-face
With our own human race
We commit the sins again
And our sons and daughters pay
Our tainted history, is playing on repeat

Her father wanted her to pick a weapon she could use one the battlefield but Malice had refused every single one. Her magic was enough.

"I'm just worried about you. You've never been out there, you don't know a thing about those people!"

"More than you know...", Malice mumbled.
"What was that?", her father asked.
Instead of repeating her words she said:"When was the last time you cared about me?!"
"I always do! You're my daughter."
"You're ashamed if me because I was born differently. You kept me a secret because you didn't want anyone to know that their king's daughter is a witch!"

Before he had a chance to answer she stormed off.

Malice had to admit that parts of what her father had said were true. Those people did everything to win.

They couldn't stand against her power but her side lost just as many people as them.

Even though (or maybe because) Cara fought, too, Malice tried to stay as far away from her as possible.

Around midday both kings called their armies back and Malice returned to her old job. While everyone was eating she made splints and put arms and legs in plaster.

Nearly at the same time both sides were ready for the fight again.

"Miss!"
It was one of her father's couriers.
"Miss, the king wants to talk to you.

With a quiet sigh she went to the place her father stood.
It was a little hill where he was able to watch the fight without getting directly involved.

Malice' older brother stood next to him, she had no idea when ha had arrived.

"No matter what we do, this girl destroys us, she slaughters our forces! With her on the other side we don't even have a chance!"

He looked at Malice.

His eyes we're cold and emotionless.

"Kill her."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The king looked worried over the battlefield.

"Sir?", a low voice asked.

He turned around and saw Cara, who looked shyly to the ground.

"Did you know about this witch?"

"Yes. But she was only healing the injured soldiers. I never thought she could be that strong."

"Well, she is. Kill her."

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