until they actually removed them from their harnesses. One
of them went down and started screaming. Super-wizard or not, he wasn’t
expecting to be attacked by a giant, invisible jaguar with saber fangs.
Because that was something someone should always be
prepared for.
The second wizard raised his fists, in which red fire
balls formed. I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head. Since I knew what
would happen, I wasn’t surprised that he dispersed into shadow only to reform a
second later. Shooting him merely served to stop him from attacking long enough
for me to prepare my magic.
I made a swirling motion with my right hand and
turned my magic inward. It was much like I was calling my familiar, except I
was calling something inside my magic instead of my mind. My familiar’s
presence was always in the back of my mind, like I had a mental link to him,
wherever he was, at all times. My wizard’s staff, however, was always a part of
me, just waiting to be called. From what I could tell, it only existed when I
had use of it.
This was magic that took me months to learn, but
since the staff was a huge aspect of my power, Hunt insisted that I learn to
conceal it. If I didn’t see him do it with his own staff myself, I wouldn’t
have believed it was possible. There was still a lot more that he and Vincent
were able to do that wasn’t taught at the university.
My staff appeared in my hand and the magic joined
with mine. It felt like I was using a limb that I forgot I had. The wood was
oak with sigils all over it. Although I carved the sigils with specific
intentions, they tended to randomly change on their own. At the top of the
staff was a clear crystal with a dark red spot in the center. The wood wrapped
around the root of the crystal and almost looked as if the crystal was fused
into the wood.
The wizard’s eyes widened in shock and he dispersed
into shadow again. It took me a few seconds to realize he was gone for good.
“Seriously? Are all of the shadow walkers wimps? Henry, let up a bit; I want
him to answer my question.”
The wizard Henry was mauling screamed again as he was
pushed into a sitting position and I heard the sound of bones in his shoulder
cracking.
“Why were you here to kill Luana?” As I asked the
question, I filtered my magic through the staff before it took control of his
mind.
He still fought my power, but the distraction of pain
and the power of my staff were apparently too much for him. “The woman doesn’t
mean anything to us.” He screamed again as Henry tightened his grip. “It’s the…
it’s the infant!”
“Why are you trying to kill an unborn baby?”
“Because of his future. His destiny is to stop the
Shadow Master from defeating his greatest enemy.” And then he vanished.
A few seconds later, Henry became visible and
shifted. “I thought it was going to take a lot more work than that.”
“I did, too. I don’t think they were expecting anyone
to stand in their way. Also, magic in Dothra is controlled by emotion, like
anger, so it will probably take them a while to get used to it.”
“Isn’t that like magic here?”
“Not quite. How would Luana’s baby stop the shadow
man from killing Langril? If he is here for long enough for her son to grow up
and fight, we’re pretty screwed.”
“What are you talking about?” Luana asked.
Matheus held her, but he was glaring at Henry. I
noticed he wouldn’t even look at me. “Have you two found a good family to adopt
the baby yet?” I asked, making sure my tone told them there was only one
possible answer I would accept.
When Henry finally realized what his parents had put
Scott through, he came very close to killing Luana. Right before he could,
Matheus told him she was pregnant. Since they had no interest in raising
another child, they planned to sell the baby to the highest bidder. Although I
had used my magic on them to make them look for a loving family to adopt the
baby, I knew my power was limited by
of them went down and started screaming. Super-wizard or not, he wasn’t
expecting to be attacked by a giant, invisible jaguar with saber fangs.
Because that was something someone should always be
prepared for.
The second wizard raised his fists, in which red fire
balls formed. I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head. Since I knew what
would happen, I wasn’t surprised that he dispersed into shadow only to reform a
second later. Shooting him merely served to stop him from attacking long enough
for me to prepare my magic.
I made a swirling motion with my right hand and
turned my magic inward. It was much like I was calling my familiar, except I
was calling something inside my magic instead of my mind. My familiar’s
presence was always in the back of my mind, like I had a mental link to him,
wherever he was, at all times. My wizard’s staff, however, was always a part of
me, just waiting to be called. From what I could tell, it only existed when I
had use of it.
This was magic that took me months to learn, but
since the staff was a huge aspect of my power, Hunt insisted that I learn to
conceal it. If I didn’t see him do it with his own staff myself, I wouldn’t
have believed it was possible. There was still a lot more that he and Vincent
were able to do that wasn’t taught at the university.
My staff appeared in my hand and the magic joined
with mine. It felt like I was using a limb that I forgot I had. The wood was
oak with sigils all over it. Although I carved the sigils with specific
intentions, they tended to randomly change on their own. At the top of the
staff was a clear crystal with a dark red spot in the center. The wood wrapped
around the root of the crystal and almost looked as if the crystal was fused
into the wood.
The wizard’s eyes widened in shock and he dispersed
into shadow again. It took me a few seconds to realize he was gone for good.
“Seriously? Are all of the shadow walkers wimps? Henry, let up a bit; I want
him to answer my question.”
The wizard Henry was mauling screamed again as he was
pushed into a sitting position and I heard the sound of bones in his shoulder
cracking.
“Why were you here to kill Luana?” As I asked the
question, I filtered my magic through the staff before it took control of his
mind.
He still fought my power, but the distraction of pain
and the power of my staff were apparently too much for him. “The woman doesn’t
mean anything to us.” He screamed again as Henry tightened his grip. “It’s the…
it’s the infant!”
“Why are you trying to kill an unborn baby?”
“Because of his future. His destiny is to stop the
Shadow Master from defeating his greatest enemy.” And then he vanished.
A few seconds later, Henry became visible and
shifted. “I thought it was going to take a lot more work than that.”
“I did, too. I don’t think they were expecting anyone
to stand in their way. Also, magic in Dothra is controlled by emotion, like
anger, so it will probably take them a while to get used to it.”
“Isn’t that like magic here?”
“Not quite. How would Luana’s baby stop the shadow
man from killing Langril? If he is here for long enough for her son to grow up
and fight, we’re pretty screwed.”
“What are you talking about?” Luana asked.
Matheus held her, but he was glaring at Henry. I
noticed he wouldn’t even look at me. “Have you two found a good family to adopt
the baby yet?” I asked, making sure my tone told them there was only one
possible answer I would accept.
When Henry finally realized what his parents had put
Scott through, he came very close to killing Luana. Right before he could,
Matheus told him she was pregnant. Since they had no interest in raising
another child, they planned to sell the baby to the highest bidder. Although I
had used my magic on them to make them look for a loving family to adopt the
baby, I knew my power was limited by
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