Dark Mage (Avalon: Web of Magic, Book 11) by Rachel Roberts Page A
Authors: Rachel Roberts
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regain its original shape.
The mountain peaks wavered and changed, their bright colors sliding off like melting snow. Fruit trees groaned as their bark shifted back into thorny branches; the whisper of the rushing stream silenced, becoming the ominous quiet of a dense bog. Mist seeped over the craggy land like a dank cloak, chilling her to the bone.
She was vaguely aware of Ozzie, Lorren, and the kobolds gasping in awe as she wove away the red magic faster and faster. It was working. Everything was turning back to the way it was supposed to be. The original blue pattern shimmered across the valley, strong, renewed, and healthy once more.
She felt Ozzie using his magic to gently slow hers down, but Emily didn’t want to stop. She dove deeper, spiraling to the very core of the land.
In a brilliant flash, she found coils of silver lacing beneath the land like pipelines—the magic web itself, feeding magic into the vale. The web’s dazzling auras danced before her enhanced vision. It was the most incredible thing she’d seen yet, almost too much to take in.
A thread of the red magic caught her eye, trailing away far into the distance. Emily’s heart thudded with excitement. It was still connected to the source!
Pushing the limits of her power, Emily widened her magical vision even further, following the thread. Sure enough, it led to a gleaming crystal, floating like a sparkling vision on the magic web. The power crystal.
She pushed forward, but the closer she got, the farther away the crystal seemed to go, just out of reach, as if something were constantly pulling it from her grasp. With a mighty effort, Emily flung her magic toward the crystal—and came to a screeching halt.
The kobold’s section of web abruptly ended, trailing off into an immense black chasm.
She gasped at this startling discovery. The kobolds’ home was not connected to the rest of the web!
She could not follow the power crystal without creating some kind of bridge to link the two sections of web. The power crystal must have isolated the kobolds’ home. Why else would this land be completely cut off? She was going to need more than Ozzie’s magical back-up to weave the two sections of web together.
Instinctively, Emily summoned more magic, reaching out to any animal that could hear her.
Power rushed through her, swift and sharp, as animal strength amplified her magic. But this magic looked nothing like the bright auras of the Ravenswood animals. It was dark, shadowy, reaching out for her with predatory hunger. She didn’t have time to be afraid as her web blossomed into a giant network. Auras blinked so fast she couldn’t tell exactly who had answered her call, only that enough of them had.
Her vision rocketed across the silvery magic web. She didn’t think about how to weave this magic. She just did, her Level Two powers filling her with confidence. She was actually healing the web, her fears melting away as bright magic flew from her fingers.
Weaving the animals’ magic into a bright thread, she looped it through the two edges of the severed web. In a few moments the kobolds’ home was attached to the rest of the magic web. With a final tug, she pulled tight, knotting the sections of web together.
Suddenly bright spikes of magic flared across the web like a tidal wave.
Beneath her feet, the land rippled with a powerful earthquake.
Her eyes flew open. The beautiful trees and flowers had completely disappeared, revealing an ugly, dank land. Craggy volcanic mountains belched foul smoke into the gray skies. Icy rain drizzled onto thorny trees with wicked orange spikes and shriveled fruit.
The kobolds danced with joy. “Great witch, you have performed a miracle!”
Lorren regarded Emily with complete awe. “How did you do this?”
“I just could,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Emily!” Tweek’s voice suddenly exploded in her ear.
Fiona was sitting on her shoulder.
“Something’s happened!” Tweek’s voice blared from
The mountain peaks wavered and changed, their bright colors sliding off like melting snow. Fruit trees groaned as their bark shifted back into thorny branches; the whisper of the rushing stream silenced, becoming the ominous quiet of a dense bog. Mist seeped over the craggy land like a dank cloak, chilling her to the bone.
She was vaguely aware of Ozzie, Lorren, and the kobolds gasping in awe as she wove away the red magic faster and faster. It was working. Everything was turning back to the way it was supposed to be. The original blue pattern shimmered across the valley, strong, renewed, and healthy once more.
She felt Ozzie using his magic to gently slow hers down, but Emily didn’t want to stop. She dove deeper, spiraling to the very core of the land.
In a brilliant flash, she found coils of silver lacing beneath the land like pipelines—the magic web itself, feeding magic into the vale. The web’s dazzling auras danced before her enhanced vision. It was the most incredible thing she’d seen yet, almost too much to take in.
A thread of the red magic caught her eye, trailing away far into the distance. Emily’s heart thudded with excitement. It was still connected to the source!
Pushing the limits of her power, Emily widened her magical vision even further, following the thread. Sure enough, it led to a gleaming crystal, floating like a sparkling vision on the magic web. The power crystal.
She pushed forward, but the closer she got, the farther away the crystal seemed to go, just out of reach, as if something were constantly pulling it from her grasp. With a mighty effort, Emily flung her magic toward the crystal—and came to a screeching halt.
The kobold’s section of web abruptly ended, trailing off into an immense black chasm.
She gasped at this startling discovery. The kobolds’ home was not connected to the rest of the web!
She could not follow the power crystal without creating some kind of bridge to link the two sections of web. The power crystal must have isolated the kobolds’ home. Why else would this land be completely cut off? She was going to need more than Ozzie’s magical back-up to weave the two sections of web together.
Instinctively, Emily summoned more magic, reaching out to any animal that could hear her.
Power rushed through her, swift and sharp, as animal strength amplified her magic. But this magic looked nothing like the bright auras of the Ravenswood animals. It was dark, shadowy, reaching out for her with predatory hunger. She didn’t have time to be afraid as her web blossomed into a giant network. Auras blinked so fast she couldn’t tell exactly who had answered her call, only that enough of them had.
Her vision rocketed across the silvery magic web. She didn’t think about how to weave this magic. She just did, her Level Two powers filling her with confidence. She was actually healing the web, her fears melting away as bright magic flew from her fingers.
Weaving the animals’ magic into a bright thread, she looped it through the two edges of the severed web. In a few moments the kobolds’ home was attached to the rest of the magic web. With a final tug, she pulled tight, knotting the sections of web together.
Suddenly bright spikes of magic flared across the web like a tidal wave.
Beneath her feet, the land rippled with a powerful earthquake.
Her eyes flew open. The beautiful trees and flowers had completely disappeared, revealing an ugly, dank land. Craggy volcanic mountains belched foul smoke into the gray skies. Icy rain drizzled onto thorny trees with wicked orange spikes and shriveled fruit.
The kobolds danced with joy. “Great witch, you have performed a miracle!”
Lorren regarded Emily with complete awe. “How did you do this?”
“I just could,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Emily!” Tweek’s voice suddenly exploded in her ear.
Fiona was sitting on her shoulder.
“Something’s happened!” Tweek’s voice blared from
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