Magic Study
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“Could one of them be the monster I seek?”
“Yes. They have perverted our art of magic weaving. Instead of benefiting the clan, they seek to increase their power, enriching only themselves. Most of them do not have the gift, but there are a few who are very powerful.”
Moon Man’s fierce expression gave me a mental image of how he would look when swinging his scimitar in battle. I held a picture of Ferde, Tula’s attacker, in my mind.
“Is he one of them?” I asked. Moon Man’s magic coursed through me.
Moon Man grunted, then growled deep in his throat. Looking at the elder man, he said, “They are practicing the old evil. We must stop them.”
Horrified, the man replied, “We will try again to pierce their magic screen. We will find them.” He stood with grace and dignity, bowed once to me, then gestured to the woman. “Come. We must make plans.”
They left the tent. Moon Man and I remained. “The old evil?” I asked.
“An ancient horrible ritual of binding a victim’s soul to you, then killing him. When the victim dies, his magic flows into you, increasing your strength. The red markings on that beast are part of the ritual.” Moon Man’s brow furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened with concern. “You said one woman was injured. Where is she now?”
“In the Magician’s Keep.”
“Guarded?”
“Yes. Why?”
“The one you seek will not be in the Daviian Plateau; he will be in the Keep, waiting for another chance to take her life. He can not bind another soul until she dies.”
“I must go back.” I jumped up from the small mat intent on leaving.
Moon Man grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him. “Do not forget your promise.”
“I won’t. Tula first, then Leif.”
He nodded. “May I ask another favor?”
I hesitated. At least, he didn’t want a promise. “You can ask.”
“When your training with Master Irys is complete, will you return to me so I may teach you the magical arts of the Sandseeds? It is part of your heritage and of your blood.”
The proposition sounded appealing, but would be yet another curve in my journey. At this rate, I doubted I would even finish my training. If history served as guidance, my future tended to go in unanticipated directions. “I will try.”
“Good. Now go!” He bowed to me, then shooed me from the tent.
A frenzy of activity encompassed the camp. Dismantled tents littered the ground as the clan members prepared to leave. Twilight crept closer as I searched for my pack. I found Kiki instead. She was saddled and ready to go. Her short-haired “mother” offered her reins to me.
As I took the leather straps, she said, “Do not sit on the saddle. Crouch over it and shift your weight forward. And she will fly home for you.”
“Thank you.” I bowed.
She smiled. “You are well matched. I am pleased.” With a final pat to Kiki’s neck, the woman turned to join the clan in their packing efforts.
I mounted Kiki, and tried to follow her directions. We would lose the light soon. Kiki turned her head to the left, peering at me with a blue eye.
Catch Topaz? Silk? she asked.
Yes. Let’s fly!
Kiki moved. The long grasses blurred past my feet until I could no longer see them in the darkness. I held my position as we traveled over the plains. It felt as if I rode on top of a wind storm rather than a horse.
When the moon reached its apex, I felt the Sandseed’s magic thin, then disappear. No longer surrounded by their power, I used my magic to search for Irys.
I’m here, she said in my mind and I saw through her eyes that they had made camp by Blood Rock.
Wake Cahil, I told her. We have to return to the Keep as fast as we can. Tula’s still in danger.
She is well guarded.
He has powerful magic.
We’re on our way.
I sent my awareness toward the Keep, hoping to warn them. My mind touched Hayes dozing in his office. He flinched away from me in horror and raised a stronger barrier. The other Master Magicians’ defenses were as well constructed as the towers in which they slept. Growing weary with the effort, I pulled back.
Kiki overtook Irys and Cahil on the Citadel road just as the sky began to lighten. I had only a moment to wonder how she had managed a two day journey in one night before we sped past the others.
Need rest? I asked her, glancing behind in time to see Irys and Cahil wave me on.
No.
But my legs burned as if they were on fire. I aimed blue cooling thoughts at them, and they numbed.
We were within sight of the marble gates of the Citadel when all desire to rest fled my mind. A sudden and intense feeling of terrified helplessness pressed on my body. Tula. I launched my awareness toward the Keep, searching for someone, anyone to warn. The guards with Tula didn’t have any magic. While I could read the minds of non-magicians, they had no power to “hear” me. Desperate, I kept hunting.
My mind found Dax. He was in the middle of a practice bout, learning to parry and lunge with a wooden sword.
Tula, I screamed in his mind. Danger! Get help!
He dropped his sword in surprise and was whacked in the ribs by his opponent.
Yelena? He spun around, looking for me.
Tula’s in danger! Go. Now, I ordered. Then my connection to him severed. It felt as if someone had drawn a stone curtain down between us.
Time slowed to drips of molasses as we entered the Citadel and navigated the busy streets. It seemed as if the entire population walked in the streets. Their unhurried pace clogged the roadway.