The Girl Who's Enchantments Broke the Law
Act I — The Trader in the Tundra
Magic was outlawed.
Punishable by death.
No exceptions.
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She was a trader.
A lone wanderer crossing the tundra toward a village that barely tolerated her.
She sold rope, herbs, tools—mundane things.
But beneath the counter?
Enchanted blades.
Bottled spells.
Charms that whispered.
Act II — The Knights in the Snow
She found them collapsed in the ice.
Fourteen knights.
Price. Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
Their armor was shattered.
Their bodies broken.
Their breath shallow.
They were dying.
She should’ve walked past.
Instead, she whispered a spell.
Summoned a floating bubble—invisible, silent, warm.
Lifted them all.
And vanished.
Teleporting them to her cabin.
To safety.
To magic.
Act III — The Waking
Price woke first.
Barely.
His vision was blurred.
His body heavy.
He drifted in and out.
The ceiling above him was wood—rough, old, familiar.
He heard her voice.
Soft.
Precise.
Spellwork.
Not chanting.
Not ritual.
Just quiet enchantments spoken like instructions.
He turned his head.
Pain lanced through his neck.
But he saw them.
Ghost.
Soap.
Gaz.
Roach.
Farah.
Laswell.
Nikolai.
Kamarov.
Alejandro.
Rodolfo.
Krueger.
Nikto.
Alex.
All breathing.
All alive.
He blinked.
She moved past him, pressing a glowing charm to Ghost’s chest.
Her hands were steady.
Her eyes tired.
She didn’t notice he was awake.
She was too busy saving them.
Price tried to speak.
Nothing came out.
So he closed his eyes.
And let her work.