Battle Mage Visions (A Tale of Alus Book 12) by Donald Wigboldy Page B
Authors: Donald Wigboldy
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onto the wounds first before putting his hands in place.
The remaining blood from the bowl suddenly flowed back through the air to Nalack's mouth. Instead of drawing more blood from his hands, the wraith blood seemed to return rather than using much of the mage's blood. The two were already tied after all, so Palose wasn't completely surprised at the change in the magic.
A shuddering breath as the man returned to life drew Oween's eyes back to Nalack. He sat up and shook his head. There was no confusion in his eyes. The warlock knew where he was and what had happened to him. That was new as well.
"Thank you, master," the warlock replied before shaking his head and changing the last word to, "Palose."
Oween looked at the former wraith, her other half in some ways, though the two had barely known each other in life. They had been warlocks who had worked together, but they hadn't been close. As wraiths serving Palose, they had found common ground. Now they were different again.
She looked at his green eyes and thought that they looked strange. His face was different as well, though it was subtle. The wraith wondered if Nalack had looked like that in life, but she couldn't remember him that way anymore.
"Why don't you go upstairs and wash yourself?" Palose said directing his words to the newly risen man. Nalack nodded as he slipped off of the table. The former wraith didn't look wobbly as he stooped to pick up his boots and shirt. His body still had blood in places, but the wounds had disappeared. Even the original scar from the wound which had killed him could have been seen plainly as a wraith; but it also had healed leaving just a white line where it had been.
The man had been ageless in his looks before, but Oween thought that he somehow looked younger. It could just have been the return of life to the warlock, but her curiosity about it remained.
As Nalack climbed the stairs, Dorgred moved to follow.
"I think I will go check to see if Wendle has returned," the big man stated looking pale. Palose knew a cover when he heard it, but let the matter go with a simple nod.
Sylvaine was pale also, but the girl sat on an old stool left behind by a former resident. He wondered if her legs would have let her stand to leave, even if she had decided that two times would have been too much to sit through.
Looking at Palose, Oween swallowed bringing a slight smile to his face. "Well, this is what you wanted," the man said as gently as he could. "You've seen that it will be painful, but in the end you'll be alive once more."
"To go through all that, I could hope to be better than I was in life," the wraith chuckled trying to keep a sense of humor in light of what she had seen. Try as she might, her worry kept her from looking truly happy.
The dark mage considered her words and asked, "What was so wrong about your previous life?"
"I was getting old," she half laughed. "I guess I was still young, but I was prettier when I was a girl, at least that was what I thought; but I wasted a lot of my youth being an apprentice. I'd study with my hair pulled back into a bun like some old woman. Boys rarely talked to me because I was too busy with my books."
Oween glanced to Sylvaine and added, "They say youth is wasted on the young, but I feel like I missed my youth trying to become a powerful warlock. I don't even think I wound up being that strong really, so I would say that it was a bit of a waste," the woman finished with a sigh.
While Oween wasn't the strongest wizard he had ever met, Palose thought that she was being hard on herself. He also sensed that she was trying to delay what was coming. Giving her that smile he hoped was comforting, Palose said, "Time to undress. At least, you'll get a second chance at life this way."
Unlike Nalack, the woman wore a one piece dress. Her cloak covered her to keep the woman warm in life, but as a wraith the cold barely affected her. Litsarin was also quite a bit warmer than Ensolus, though
The remaining blood from the bowl suddenly flowed back through the air to Nalack's mouth. Instead of drawing more blood from his hands, the wraith blood seemed to return rather than using much of the mage's blood. The two were already tied after all, so Palose wasn't completely surprised at the change in the magic.
A shuddering breath as the man returned to life drew Oween's eyes back to Nalack. He sat up and shook his head. There was no confusion in his eyes. The warlock knew where he was and what had happened to him. That was new as well.
"Thank you, master," the warlock replied before shaking his head and changing the last word to, "Palose."
Oween looked at the former wraith, her other half in some ways, though the two had barely known each other in life. They had been warlocks who had worked together, but they hadn't been close. As wraiths serving Palose, they had found common ground. Now they were different again.
She looked at his green eyes and thought that they looked strange. His face was different as well, though it was subtle. The wraith wondered if Nalack had looked like that in life, but she couldn't remember him that way anymore.
"Why don't you go upstairs and wash yourself?" Palose said directing his words to the newly risen man. Nalack nodded as he slipped off of the table. The former wraith didn't look wobbly as he stooped to pick up his boots and shirt. His body still had blood in places, but the wounds had disappeared. Even the original scar from the wound which had killed him could have been seen plainly as a wraith; but it also had healed leaving just a white line where it had been.
The man had been ageless in his looks before, but Oween thought that he somehow looked younger. It could just have been the return of life to the warlock, but her curiosity about it remained.
As Nalack climbed the stairs, Dorgred moved to follow.
"I think I will go check to see if Wendle has returned," the big man stated looking pale. Palose knew a cover when he heard it, but let the matter go with a simple nod.
Sylvaine was pale also, but the girl sat on an old stool left behind by a former resident. He wondered if her legs would have let her stand to leave, even if she had decided that two times would have been too much to sit through.
Looking at Palose, Oween swallowed bringing a slight smile to his face. "Well, this is what you wanted," the man said as gently as he could. "You've seen that it will be painful, but in the end you'll be alive once more."
"To go through all that, I could hope to be better than I was in life," the wraith chuckled trying to keep a sense of humor in light of what she had seen. Try as she might, her worry kept her from looking truly happy.
The dark mage considered her words and asked, "What was so wrong about your previous life?"
"I was getting old," she half laughed. "I guess I was still young, but I was prettier when I was a girl, at least that was what I thought; but I wasted a lot of my youth being an apprentice. I'd study with my hair pulled back into a bun like some old woman. Boys rarely talked to me because I was too busy with my books."
Oween glanced to Sylvaine and added, "They say youth is wasted on the young, but I feel like I missed my youth trying to become a powerful warlock. I don't even think I wound up being that strong really, so I would say that it was a bit of a waste," the woman finished with a sigh.
While Oween wasn't the strongest wizard he had ever met, Palose thought that she was being hard on herself. He also sensed that she was trying to delay what was coming. Giving her that smile he hoped was comforting, Palose said, "Time to undress. At least, you'll get a second chance at life this way."
Unlike Nalack, the woman wore a one piece dress. Her cloak covered her to keep the woman warm in life, but as a wraith the cold barely affected her. Litsarin was also quite a bit warmer than Ensolus, though
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