Chapter 5 – The Exhausted
That monster was like unlike anything Lalia had ever seen, yet her gut told her what it was. The horrific beast oozed with negative energy that it made her feel a strange mixture of fear and disgust. Her body was still tingling from what had happened before, buzzing with an energy that was part of her but that didn’t seem to ease her anxiety. Yes, she seemed to have some sort of power coursing through her right now…but she had no idea how to put that to use. It was absolutely pointless to have powers if one didn’t know how to use them.
She hid behind the demon she had recently named as Ethan, grabbing on to his shirt and using him as a shield. Something told her he’d protect her. There was weight to the name that she had given him and a reason for it. She didn’t completely understand but she was willing to trust him. The importance of this given name would be revealed to her if she went with the flow of events. As expected it did as he instructed her to will powers to him…to give him strength. It made a bit more sense. If she had closed her eyes and focused on giving ‘the demon’ strength it could be passed on to either one. If she focused on ‘the hell hound’ it might still be less effective. But if she believed in the name she had given him…it could work.
Grabbing hold of him tightly she closed her eyes and burrowed her face in between his shoulder blades. She focused on her wish as hard as could. All this power in her, the tingling feeling of energy that she didn’t yet know how to use….give it to him. Give it to him and make him strong. He’d know how to use it. Give Ethan this magic. Make Ethan strong. Help him fight. Give it to him. She felt the warmth that had settled in her own body move, migrating away from her and through her palms where they held on to the other. He grew warmer. She hadn’t realized how chill to the touch he had been. Now she was the one who felt chilled despite her layers.
He instructed her to let him go and she did so, her fingers felt numb. Where had she put her gloves? She looked down but was completely distracted by the figure that had replaced Ethan. Instead of a thin man she saw the massive body of a grey and black wolf that stood as tall as she did. The grey fog that had come off in wisps now billowed from his body like smoke. She knew it was Ethan. She should have felt more startled but she didn’t. She watched him step forward and she felt….a touch dizzy and light headed. Sometimes when she had wished for things very hard she had felt sleepy afterward but this was….far more intense. She took a couple of steps back and barely caught on as he told her to run. Her ears were ringing. She nodded her head still and watched as the wolf leapt towards the creature.
The fear she should have felt seemed to pale in comparison to the dizziness she was experiencing. She had to sit down.
Moving back a few steps she found the nearest wall and an empty and mostly dented garbage can. She lowered herself to the ground with the can between herself and the fight. She couldn’t even watch it, instead focusing on the ground and her breathing. She wanted to sleep but that wasn’t a good idea, she knew that much. She just had to breathe, catch her breath and come back into focus. It was difficult though, she was incredibly dizzy. The sound of fighting surrounded her. The growls of that massive wolf and the disconcerting sounds from the monster. She felt detached from it though, almost as though she existed in part of a dream. That certainly made sense…everything had swarmed around so incredibly quickly.
Wait…no…this was definitely reality.
She lifted a hand to her head and gave it a bit of a shake. Reason was returning little by little and the stupidity of her decision to sit seemed to be dawning on her. She looked to her right, the exit of the alley was right in front of her yet she had simply sat on the ground. She should get up and run. Looking to her left and saw Ethan leap at the creature again with jaws wide. He tore at oozing flesh and the creature released an unsettling and eerie shriek that rattled her bones within her body. She grimaced, lifting her hands to cover her ears.
Someone was calling out to her in a muffled voice. She could hear her name. She did not lower her hands though…until one was taken.
“Lalia! Get up!” the voice called, a male voice with a hint of familiarity. The pull on her hand upward brought her eyes with it and it was the face of Salvador. He pulled on her arm, tugging her to her feet. She lost her footing and he caught her, allowing her to lean on him. “You have to move Lalia, come on!”
She nodded her head, leaning on him as they walked. Her senses were returning bit by bit, allowing her to realize the ridiculousness of her current situation. They exited the alley and turned the corner and she managed to lift herself off of Salvador, shaking her head a bit more. “Wait…” she croaked, “Wait…give me a moment…”
“Lalia, you have to keep moving. It’s dangerous!” her classmate urged her, grabbing her by the wrist.
“No, I said wait!” she said, stronger this time, pulling her wrist out of his grasp. She lifted her hands to her face, giving her cheeks a few chilly slaps. The ringing in her eyes stopped and she felt…better. Not surging with that strange magical energy from before but….more or less normal. Able to stand. It seemed it had been a moment of exhaustion and not necessarily a permanent state of being. Blinking her eyes she looked to the other.
Salvador stood there, looking wild and…afraid. His brown hair a disheveled mess as his hat had almost completely come off. He lifted his hands to shove it back down now as she stared. His tanned skin was flushed and his deep eyes stared at her in panic. His coat was undone and his scarf hadn’t even been tied around his neck properly. He looked like he had been in a massive rush…for what? To get here?
She had a million questions. Salvador opened his mouth but she held up a hand to silence him. “Wait.”
Turning back she took a few rushed steps back to the mouth of the alley. The sight that she found was the stuff of nightmares. The creature from before had come to the ground in a trembling blob, its appendages much shorter now and she saw why. As they stretched out from the body the massive wolf would walk to them and snap them in its jaws, severing them. The broken end dissolved into dust and left only the broken end that was still attached to the body trembling weakly. The mask of a face no longer had an open jaw, instead it had reverted back to the plain mask, now with burn marks around the edges. It made pained noises as the wolf walked over it, paws burning into its black flesh and leaving pockets of fire.
As she watched the hell hound lifted its piercing red eyes to her face. “You shouldn’t watch.” His words echoed inside her head.
She stepped fully into the entrance of the alley. “It’s not dead…” she pointed out with a sick feeling.
“Demons do not die easily…it will take some time. But it is too weak to hurt you now.”
“Lalia! Stay back!” Salvador ran to her and squeezed between her side and the wall before coming to stand in front of her. He held out his arms protectively. “Stay back demon!” he shouted before pointing two fingers towards said demons.
Lalia reached forward, grabbing this pointing arm and pulling it back. “Don’t you dare hurt him!” she said.
“Lalia those are demons!” he said, trying to wrestle his arm free but she refused to release it. “They’re dangerous!”
The frustration she felt in that moment bubbled within her. How many times had he said something like that to her when they were kids? Warned her about the dangers without ever explaining anything else. It was so clear now that Salvador Diaz knew more than he had ever told her. He had given her that pendant that had blocked whatever magic was inside her, prevented her from seeing all these things around her. He knew something. He possibly knew a lot and he’d never told her. In fact, he’d purposefully kept his distance from her in public. He had kept her as a secret friend and then nothing at all, as though he were ashamed of her…while also preventing her from experiencing the real world. Everything the hell hound had given to her freely…he had hidden from her. Like a volcano she felt it was time for an explosion.
Grabbing him tighter she reeled back before shoving him as hard as she could toward the wall. “You don’t have any right to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do!” she shouted, “How much do you know about me? How much have you been lying to me?” She pointed a finger towards Ethan, “He’s told me more in twenty minutes than you have in ten years! He may be a demon but he’s not a fucking liar!”
She heard a chuckle from the alley and she turned her head. She hadn’t known that dogs could smirk but that was indeed what it appeared Ethan was doing. He wore a bemused look as he chuckled again, “That’s some strong language,” he pointed out. “What an amusing situation I’ve found myself in.”
“Shut your mouth demon!” Salvador snapped angrily.
“I’m sorry. I just find it amusing that the tables could turn in such a way. A demon as an ally and an angel as the enemy. You can’t say that’s not funny.” As he said this another weakened limb tried to snake away from the main body. He casually walked towards it, snapping it off in his jaws nonchalantly as he continued to eye the fighting pair.
“Angel?” Lalia asked, taking a step back from Salvador where she had shoved him against the wall. She looked to Salvador, “You’re an angel?”
Salvador shoved off from the wall, face drawn into an angry frown. “I’m a celestial,” he huffed, “Reborn on earth.”
“You mortals call them angels,” Ethan clarified with a continued, amused voice. “To be fair it’s exactly what we could use right now.” He walked close to the face of the monster and placed a flaming paw on its forehead. It caused the creature to give an anguished scream that made Lalia shudder. “He can banish this thing back to hell and we wouldn’t have to wait for it to slowly perish.”
“I don’t take orders from a demon,” Salvador said in a low voice that sounded more like a pout than proper protest. He glanced towards Lalia and the expression she gave him was…something she’d never directed towards him. The look of pure indignation and righteous betrayal was something she had no plans on hiding anymore. Her glare bored holes into him and she immediately saw him avert his eyes in a moment of shame.
“If that’s something you can do: do it,” she ordered. “And then we’re going to talk. We’re going to have a long talk Salvador…so help me god I could kill you right now.” She’d never spoken like this to anyone. Lalia had always kept herself to the background. She’d never wanted to make a scene. However now was not that time. All these years this guy had been lying to her face. Walking around the school he’d been worshipped like an Adonis. She didn’t care about his status, his looks or his abilities. She cared about the lies.
“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up his hands defensively, “Lalia…I’m sorry…I just-”
“Demon first. Talk later. You’ll have a lot of time for apologies,” she snapped.
Nodding his head slowly he cautiously side stepped her and walked towards the demons. She could see him eying Ethan angrily but the hell hound merely hopped off the other demon and padded past him. He didn’t approach Lalia but he took a seat confidently. As Salvador got to the demon he stood firmly, feet planted a shoulder’s width apart. He raised one hand, palm flat, and hovered it in the center of his chest. His wrist tilted so that the palm was pointed sideway with his thumb facing his chest. His hand drew a straight line from his chin to his chest. His other hand he curled into a fist and then pointed his pointer and middle finger out. Drawing a line from the east to the creature’s face on the ground he spoke and as he did Lalia saw something she’d never seen on Salvador before.
“In the name of Heaven and the word of all that is good and pure, I banish thee to Hell. May your crimes against this mortal plane be punished in the name of my Father.”
As his spoke his body began to glow and it was unlike the fog from Ethan or the glitter she had seen on her own body. Instead his body glowed in such a way that she could see a mirage. From his body there appeared wings, six wings made up of white light that stretched from his back. His hand glowed as well, the tips of his fingers most intensely. As his prayer was finished he knelt smoothly and pressed the fingers into the demon’s forehead. There was a screeched upon contact and its body erupted with light…then began to dissolve into dust. By the time it got to the mask there was no more sounds of pain, the black body of ooze was gone. Only the mask remained and it was to this Salvador continued to speak.
“I release you from this mortal plane and should you seek forgiveness I bless your future path. Be free of pain and return.”
It was this point a soft relieved sigh came from the mask and then it too dissolved.
Salvador pushed back on to his feet and the wings of light had vanished from his back. “Lalia…” he said softly, looking to her and then the demon. “He can’t be trusted.”
“That’s really rich coming from you,” she said as she folded her arms. She flexed her fingers, they were incredibly numb now. Unlacing her arms she reached into her pocket and retrieved her gloves. She pulled them on her hands. “This is Ethan and he’s my new friend,” she said as she tugged them on, feeling a rush of confidence at the apologetic and uncertain way Salvador looked at her. “He tells me things.”
“Ha!” the demon laughed. Lalia looked over and saw that Ethan had returned to a human form but looked a bit better this time around. He still wore scruffy clothes and had incredibly mangy and unkempt hair…but his colour looked a bit healthier and less frail. “This is hilarious,” he commented before looking to Lalia, she gave him a less intense glare. He shrugged, “What? It is. This is my first time meeting a real and proper angel and I get to watch him berated. It’s like it’s my birthday….if demons had birthdays.” He cleared his throat, “We don’t by the way. Demons don’t have birthdays.”
“You seem to be in an awfully chipper mood,” Salvador said, voice layered with poison.
“Hey, I’ve been having a wicked bad past few years,” Ethan pointed out, “Now not only do I find myself in this situation with you two but I also find myself a proper master that makes me feel like I’m walking on the moon.” He flexed his arms a bit, rolling his shoulders in their sockets. “I feel like I could run to edge of the world and back.” He looked to Lalia and smiled, “Thank you, by the way. You gave me…way more than necessary though we can practice for later.”
“What? No!” Salvador shouted as he moved closer. “Lalia,” he looked her in the eyes, “You can’t make a contract with a demon.”
“Number 1: Are you going to tell me why that is? Or are you just going to cite potential danger,” Lalia asked as she folded her arms again. “Number 2: He’s already proven he can be trusted to me. Number 3:…I’m pretty sure I already have.” She glanced to Ethan.
“For the most part,” he nodded, “You named me so I’m technically in your service. However we can strength that bond to a full partnership.” She watched him eye Salvador and then smirk. “And you know what, just to prove to your angel buddy here we’ll do it completely on your terms. You come up with the contract and I’ll follow it.” He lifted a hand and crossed a clawed finger in an X over his heart.
Lalia sighed, “Let’s save that for a time when you’re not arguing,” she said. This all seemed like a lot to handle right now. “Okay, we obviously need to talk…about a lot. A lot-a lot. My parents both work until the evening so my house is empty. We’re going there. All of us. And we’re going to sit down and you’re going to tell me everything.” She looked to Salvador pointedly. Then she turned her eyes to Ethan, “And can you please just…listen and clarify without poking fun?”
Ethan nodded, “I won’t make a concrete promise because there’s no fun in that…but I’ll shut up when you tell me to.”
Another sigh. Seemed like that was good enough for now. “Okay, my house. Let’s go.”
Chapter 6 – The Confused
Lalia wasn’t sure what had brought out the bravado in her as she stormed home, expecting the two men to follow her obediently. She’d never ordered anyone around, much less a demon from hell and Salvador of all people. One of the most popular male students at school. She’d obeyed him obediently as a child, kept their secret into near adulthood. She’d hidden things for him and he had lied to her. Perhaps that was why she felt so brave now. She had witnessed something that topped ranks when it came to terrifying. She had felt her body explode with magic she hadn’t known she possessed and she’d then passed it on to someone else. She needed a better explanation…from the both of them. No more dancing around the subject from the hell hound and no more lies from Salvador.
She glanced over her shoulder a few times to ensure both of them were following her. Ethan’s face was plastered with a shit-eating grin and Salvador looked annoyed to the point of murdering the hell hound. He was still as a board and walking purposefully, eying the demon out of the corner of his eye. She gave them a glare as a warning to not do anything and continued walking.
Lalia lived in a modest house off the city’s historic main street. For a main street it wasn’t all that big. The city they called home was mostly suburban and filled with homes. However there was a street filled with small shops. There were quite a few empty ones as the large malls had gone up across the city within the past twenty years or so. The shops that had survived were old ones that were full of curious items and beloved families. A fudge shop, a Christmas shop, a shop with hand carved furniture, a shop for antiques and a few art studios. There were more coffee shops these days in the old buildings that had lost their original occupants but that was fine. People didn’t often have a problem with restaurants and coffee shops, especially ones that served good food. Lalia loved a good latte after all so she had been fine when the new coffee shop had gone up a few blocks away from her house.
The house that her family lived in had been their home for her entire life. It had been a small, old house that dated back from pre-WWII. Its first floor was brick with two bay windows in pale yellow and the second was horizontal wooden planks in a matching yellow to the windows. The front yard sported a massive and old oak tree which had a forgotten swing hanging from one of the branches. Her childhood was full of memories of renovations as her parents had repaired most of the interior. It had three bedrooms on the second floor and was the perfect, modest size for a small family with a single child.
She fished her keys from her pocket and opened the door, “In.” She expected them to follow as she stepped inside and slipped her shoes off. She pulled her outer layers off, hanging up her coat and depositing gloves, hat and scarf into a basket. Picking up her backpack again she turned to see Salvador sheepishly doing the same thing as the hell hound stood casually in his tattered and simple clothes.
“You’re not cold?” she asked.
“I am,” he shrugged, “But it won’t kill me so no use complaining about it.” He turned and shut the door behind him.
She nodded her head and waved for them to follow her into the living room. There was a large couch there and also a comfortable looking arm chair. She dropped her bag beside the arm chair to claim it and pointed to the couch. “Both of you sit,” she said, “I’m cold so I’m going to make myself a coffee. Play nice.” She stalked from the room and into the kitchen, flicking on the espresso machine and setting to the task of building herself a latte. It took some time but it was nice to use her hands to distract herself. She finished the latte with an expertly drawn heart before walking back into the living room and taking a seat in her arm chair. She purposefully had not made either of them a drink.
She’d see if they deserved one later.
“Okay, start talking,” she said. “Salvador, you first. I want to know what you are. Why you’re here. Why you gave me that necklace. Why you kept all of this from me. Then I want to know what the heck I am and you can both answer that because I want all the details.”
Salvador shifted where he sat. Him and Ethan sat on opposite ends of the couch. The hell hound leaned on the arm casually but Salvador sat up properly. He lifted hand to smooth down his brown hair that was spiked up in different directions. “Look Lalia I’m sorry…but I did what I thought was best-”
“That was not one of the things I wanted you to explain,” she pointed out as she took a sip of her latte.
“Okay, fine,” Salvador sighed, “Yes I am technically what humans would describe as an angel. Technically we’re celestials from heaven. I was reborn into a mortal body to find…you. You specifically. I was supposed to protect you and keep you from harm. As you saw today, dark forces will be drawn to you. I had to protect you. Giving you that necklace created a warding spell around you. It would suppress your magic so that creatures like that couldn’t sense you.”
“You totally cut her off from her own abilities,” Ethan pointed out and he seemed irritated.
“It was the best idea!” Salvador snapped back, “You saw that thing. Can you imagine things like that coming after a child again and again and again? She didn’t deserve that as a child, she doesn’t deserve it now.”
“So hiding it all from her was…your brilliant idea?” Ethan rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, Salvador…why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
“Because then you probably would have wanted to use your powers more,” Salvador argued, “You were always seeking out magical things. Even with the pendant blocking your abilities you kept trying and trying to use them. If I had told you…you would have used them.”
“So all those times we met in the forest you were testing me without my knowing,” she felt betrayed. Hurt. That wasn’t fair of him to make that decision.
“That’s angels for you,” Ethan shrugged, “Always thinking they know better.”
“Oh shut up,” Salvador argued back, “Don’t you try and twist this-”
“You’ve been doing plenty of twisting, why can’ I get in on it?” Ethan snapped back.
“The both of you!” Lalia raised her voice and lowered her cup. “You can argue later. I want to know what I am. Now. Ethan, you said-”
“Ethan?” Salvador snickered, “Your name is Ethan?”
Ethan’s cheeks flushed hot for a moment and his eyes flashed, “I didn’t have a choice!” Salvador grinned, turning his eyes away.
“I picked that name and it’s a great name!” Lalia shouted and got to her feet, slamming her cup on the coffee table. “Enough bickering! What the hell is wrong with you two?” At this Salvador flinched and Ethan turned his eyes away from the angel at the same time. “My whole life….my whole damn life I thought I was just a girl who could do some little things and now….now I don’t even know what I am? I was attacked by a monster, I find out that there’s an angel at my school whose been lying to me! Can you two stop arguing for a second and give me just a bit of focus? Please!”
At this they were silent and seemingly apologetic. Lowering herself to her chair and picking up her coffee once more she spoke, “Ethan, you said that the fact I don’t use words of symbols means I’m special. What about telekinesis? That doesn’t use magic words.”
“First of all, nine out of ten people who say they have telekinetic abilities are liars and fakers,” Ethan pointed out, Salvador nodded sagely in agreement, “I’m sure you know that as they’re found out on TV all the time. Granted there are a few who appear to do as you say but of those people they usually use hidden symbols, or sometimes key magic words hidden in their speeches or elaborate hand gestures that shape the magic into manipulating the physical world.”
“You can do more than just moving things,” Salvador interjected, “You have demonstrated healing abilities, and even more than that. That’s not simple telekinesis and moving things. Plus what happened today is evidence enough that the magic you have access to is special.”
“An…Energist?” she asked.
“Ener-kist,” Ethan corrected. “You want to explain it angel-boy?”
Salvador rolled his eyes but nodded, “Magic exists everywhere,” he explained, “It’s energy that comes from life itself in all of its forms. It’s pure and raw power. There are several forms of magic: heavenly, demonic and earthly. Positive, negative and neutral.”
“Not good and evil,” Ethan pointed out. “Just…different kinds of power.”
“Yes,” Salvador grimaced, “There are three planes of existence that run in tandem with each other. What mortals call heaven, hell and earth. All three have their own magical energy. To utilize this energy it takes practice, focus and a way to funnel it into usefulness. It’s just energy but if you can find a way to weave it you can do amazing things. Think it like…fibers. You can bring those fibers together into thread and then with that thread you can make a whole host of different things. It all depends on how you go about doing it but there are limitless end results.”
“So people use words, symbols and objects to….harness magic,” Lalia confirmed.
“Precisely,” Ethan said, “Things are a little different for myself and angel-boy here. I am a full demon, born from the magic of hell itself. I can’t use spells or anything but inherent abilities of my own. Angel-boy-”
Salvador cleared his throat, “I have a name. In my full angel form I’m essentially raw energy and magic. It wouldn’t work properly on earth long term so I was reborn into a human body. I can tap into my heavenly powers by word weaving. Put the right words together and I can pull magic from heaven into my hands.”
“So an Ener…kist,” Lalia said, “What’s so special about that?”
“Most magic users on earth tap into one of three magics,” Ethan said, “They make a deal with hell. They pray to heaven. They teach themselves how to reach into the magic of the earth. You’re different. You don’t have to do anything.”
“You’re like a magnet for magic,” Salvador said, “All three kinds are pulled towards you and swirl together to create…a magic no one else can use. You can make use of it in any way you choose because magic just…obeys you. It’s hard to explain because magic isn’t a conscious thing but with you it’s almost like it is. Magic wants to serve your every desire.”
Lalia had finished her coffee. She leaned back in her armchair and tucked her legs up to the seat. “If that’s true…why do things potentially want to hurt me?”
“For various reasons,” Ethan sighed, “I said hell wasn’t evil but it is…incredibly emotional. Emotions run high down there in every way. There is greed. If a demon consumed someone like you then they’d likely gain more hellish magic and rise up the tiers of power.”
“Those on the earthly plain would likely seek to control you,” Salvador said, “Use your abilities to further their desires.”
“What about heaven?” Lalia asked, “If hell isn’t necessarily bad…it stands to reason that heaven isn’t necessarily…good right?”
“I can answer that one,” Ethan grinned, “Heaven likely wants to use you to further their own goals. They have access to the paths of destiny and fate up there. There’s probably something big and bad that can happen in the future and they’re probably aiming for you to stop it. Logic stands to follow they’re not going to tell you anything about it though.”
“Is this true?” she turned her eyes towards Salvador.
The other nodded, “I haven’t been told exactly what might happen but it stands to reason several bad things might be on the horizon. People like you aren’t born often…once every thousand years or so and it’s usually because something bad is about to happen.”
“The last one sparked Empires?” Ethan asked. “The late BC period.”
Salvador shook his head, “The last one…caused the Black Death…” There was nothing to be said after that.
“One of those things is definitely….really bad,” Lalia said after a few moments of silence. “Arguably the Empire isn’t necessarily a great thing either.” It was making her head hurt.
“People like you can shape the face of the world,” Salvador said, “The result is never simple and it’s never a case of a good outcome or a bad outcome.” He eyed Ethan, “Yes, I admit Heaven likely has a goal in mind but I haven’t been advised. My task was to protect her.”
“Not teach her, clearly,” Ethan pointed out.
Lalia lifted a hand before the arguing could spark off again. “Thank you both,” she said softly, “I think…that’s enough for today.” She stood, “I think you should both go.”
The two exchanged glances, “It’s not safe though…” Salvador said. “With your powers open now you’ll just keep absorbing magic. When you took the pendant off I felt it all the way back at school.” He paused, “Though…I don’t feel it now…”
Ethan lifted a hand, waving it slightly, “She passed basically all of it on to me,” he said as he lowered his hand to his lap. “I’ll stick around outside. I’ve got more than enough magic to protect her. Even if we haven’t made a full and official pact, you have my word. Plus, I’m a dog. Being outside is fine.” Salvador opened his mouth to object.
“That’s fine but I need you to be outside,” Lalia cut him off. She needed time to think, “Can you please both go…” There were exchanged glances and Salvador didn’t look happy. Though Ethan got up and nodded, moving a finger across his lips he then reached over to Salvador and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, hoisting him to his feet.
“Hey!” the other snapped, trying to wrestle out of the grip.
“I need to speak to you in private,” Ethan grinned, “And you heard what the lady said. Let’s go.” Salvador seemed both shocked and furious as the demon proceeded to drag him from the room, giving only a bit of a nod towards Lalia as they left her sight. There was some squacking of anger in the adjoining from room but soon the door could be heard opening and closing. Lalia was left alone with her thoughts.
She let her eyes fall to her hands where they held the cup. Before they had been sparkling, covered in golden glitter. Had her body just been absorbing magic for the past few years. She’d been unable to use even a fraction of it and yet she’d been content with that magic. Those small, tiny abilities had been fine. She hadn’t wanted anything like this. She’d been fine. Now she not only had more magic than she could ever hope to use but on top of it…
Sparking Empires. She had to assume that meant the Greek, Roman and possibly even more though they hadn’t been specific. When it came to magic she had no idea on limitations. It sounded like there wasn’t a limit to her potential abilities. Not to mention the black death. How many lives had that taken? That was one of her potential futures. The deaths of millions of people. She wrapped her arms around her body, hugging it tightly. Her mind was racing, she felt dizzy again. Those were two pretty bad examples she had to go off of. Her future…seemed incredibly bleak.