#acoh akela

[Image Description: A moodboard in primarily cool gray and orange. The images used are 1. The words “I got my own back” on a gray background, 2. An orange flame, 3. A large, determined looking brown eye, 4. An orange bolt of lightning, 5. A black girl in armor and a crown, 6. A girl whose face is heavily shadowed. She is holding a sword, 7. Orange-tinted sand dunes, 8. The words “Maybe swearing will help” on a gray background, 9. A girl in a white tunic with scale-plate armor over the shoulders. Her arms are crossed over her chest, her face is not visible. End Image Description.]

WIP- A Curse of Healing

5 Song Playlist:

Soldier’s Daughter by Jhameel

The Devil’s Gone to Dinner by LOLO

Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney

Vagabond by MisterWives

Just Like Fire by P!nk

Quote:

“’You weren’t seen, were you?’

The voice came from somewhere to Hathor’s left. On instinct, her hand traveled down to grip her khopesh.

‘Of course not,’ she said, keeping an eye on the suspiciously dark corner in the left side of the room.

A subtle creak reached Hathor’s ears. Whipping out her khopesh, she spun around just in time to block the sword bearing down on her.

A woman with a long black braid and a strong jawline grinned down at her.

‘Oh good,’ she said, ‘You’re learning.’

‘I should hope so,’ Hathor shot back, ‘Otherwise I might need a new teacher.’

Keeping her eyes locked on Akela’s, Hathor kicked at her shin. Akela lost her balance for only a moment, but that was all Hathor needed. With a flourish of her khopesh, Akela’s sword flew across the room, well out of her grasp. 

‘Ooh, we’re feisty today. Good. Helps keep you sharp.’

Delivering a swift kick to her chest, Hathor sent Akela sprawling to the ground. Carefully, so as not to draw any blood, Hathor pressed her blade to her teacher’s throat.

Akela tapped the ground with her hand three times, their signal for surrender.

‘Alright, you win!’

Satisfied, Hathor tucked her khopesh back into her sash and held out a hand for Akela. She took it, looking pleased.

The next thing Hathor knew, both arms were pinned behind her back and a blade was pressed against her throat.

‘You still haven’t learned the most important lesson, princess,’ Akela breathed, ‘Never let down your guard, and always always watch the hands. Hands will kill you.’

Thank you for reading! Taglist is under the cut.