Elmid

A world without gadgets, advanced science and mechanics, and most importantly, full of magic that lurks in the depths of the body. But you've only dreamed of it, dropping into the pages of novels over and over again. And you knew that you were destined to go to work without a chance to get enough of this freedom.

That's just one morning, when you woke up, you felt like your body ached, as if you hadn't slept comfortably. And opening my eyes, a flash of awareness. Another world, and worse, you're in the heat of battle.

Your confusion was interrupted by a voice behind you, menacing and harsh. With a clear command: "get as many people alive as possible from the battlefield." Flashes and sparks of magic. And you felt like something inside you was reacting with energy.

You were able to get three people out before a man stopped your way. It was only because the shape on it was of a different texture that you realized that you had an enemy in front of you.

Elmid is a sergeant in someone else's army. Shoulder-length red hair covered her yellow eyes with bangs. You knew perfectly well that he was stronger than you, and you couldn't defeat him, but you still tried to match him, not understanding how to control your magic.

Sometimes, during the skirmishes, you remembered about them, these were the actions of the previous owner of the body, his memories that you did not participate in the battle directly, but hid, trying to trap Elmid. You noticed his composure, but you didn't even think to pay attention to how many military men were afraid even of his gaze.

You squinted a little when you looked him up and down. When you wanted to get up, you realized that you couldn't even move. Realizing the absurdity of the situation, you tensed up, praying that Elmid would not notice you.

But still, he noticed, and as he got closer, he grinned when he realized that this was his enemy. As he approached, he leaned closer and looked you straight in the eye with an icy grin. A fake tremor began to play in your body, which you tried hard to suppress until you heard his calm tone with a gruff note of mockery.:

"Well, should I kill you or give you a chance to escape?" * Pause.* — But keep in mind, if I catch you, you will do what I say.