“Nothing.” My attention returns to the path I’m walking. “Care to explain your little show back there?” I gaze at him from the side. “By the way, I think a dragon caused the earlier tremble.”
“You’re a curious fay, aren’t you?”
“So, I’ve been told.” I roll my eyes.
“Well, back there showcased one of my abilities. I can make anyone forget anything I’d like, which is why you’ll never hear rumors about me.” He smirks. “And no, the tremble you felt was something more sinister.” His smirk grows into a full-blown smile.
“Hold on, that was your aura-thing I felt back there?” I ask, halting my pace underneath a flourishing tree’s shadow.
He retrieves his legendary brown book and begins writing.*Sigh*
“Aura. Thing.” Blaise jots, stirring my irritation. “Yes, it was my magic. Feels refreshing, right?” He pauses, waiting for an answer, but I observe him with a straight face. “Any who, my magic can pinpoint your long-term memories and erase anything I command. It’s easier when I’m focused on myself, plus it requires less energy. Most consider me a ghost around here, and I prefer it as such.”
Interesting. His abilities aren’t flashy like everyone else’s I’ve seen, but more like Alise’s.“Ohh, so it’s your bloodline ability? Pretty badass.”
“You have knowledge of lineage magic? Who’s been teaching you?” He places his pen on an empty page, ready to write.
I don’t know this fay from the cute freckle on my right ass cheek. I don’t care how handsome he is, what makes him think I’ll give up Alise? “I obtained a few reading materials, and in one of the books, it goes over bloodline magic. Nothing more.”
“From. A. Book.” He jots, then puts it away. “Well, Kyra, it was nice meeting you. Unfortunately, I have some things requiring my attention. You won’t remember me beyond today, but I look forward to re-meeting you tomorrow.”
Taken aback, furrowing brows press over my lashes as a scent ofbaked brownie-cookies wafts from his skin. Bronzed and sun kissed. He flicks a wrist, peering down at me behind a pair of two-toned eyes, blazing beneath his double lids. In all aspects, Blaise is one of those guys I fantasize about seeing but know deep down they don’t exist.
An impassable force collides into me. His aura pushes against my small frame, and deep within, mine pushes back, feeling provoked. He relinquishes a prideful smile, trotting away, and I’m left bewildered at it all. “Okay, bye,” I mutter as my phone pings.
Jace sent a message with an attached link for his blog, containing a video of Tish’s and my battle with his commentary. You can see trepidation within my features as I figure out how my magic works and what can be done against her inferno abilities.
I watch its entirety and notice my palms glow red, creating shimmers of light above me with an identical hue. Now, I’m more intrigued by my own abilities after viewing it. “Thanks Jace.” I grin at the possibilities.
Better to practice in my room, I pull up the map. There is a setting showing how long it will take to walk, and from this tree, it says forty minutes. “Nope.” There must be an easier way.
What if I can summon a sigil? Like Angie and Alex.
Fuck it, no one’s watching anyway, might as well give it a go. If I can’t summon one, there is always option ‘B.’ *Sigh*
Leaning against this tree, my focus fixates on their sigil patterns. Their use, size, and feel when I’m surrounded by their magic. My palms heat, itching with a sparkling tingle as I concentrate on creating one of my own.
Visions of sigils form in my mind. Different sizes, shapes, colors, and symbols. I take pieces of Angie’s, Alex’s, and Ethan’s to form one grandiose design, when a bright flash of red-light manifests. Like someone took an unexpected photo.
“Yes,” I squeal, shimmying a happy dance. I did it.
Sparkling before me is my own sigil. Unlike theirs, mine is athrumming red diamond, surrounding intricate squares with more squares layering over one another inside it. Text is written throughout, half English and the other…gibberish. But who cares? The point is I have my own sigil, bitches.
Beaming with pride, I disregard the sudden urge for a nap. Hence forward, walking is irrelevant.Try and find me now, Ethan.Fuck, it feels good accomplishing something on my own.
One last squealing giggle bursts from me before departing. “And now for my next trick, I’ll disappear.” Receiving crickets from my non-existing audience, I think Rosie would have loved this joke.
Another memory of our beautiful encounters.
I snap out of it, having no time to go down memory lane. I’m not sure how long my sigil will hold.
Stepping inside my creation, I feel energy surge around me. A pulsating warmth tickles my core. It’s as though this sigil lives and breathes…me, giving energy whilst taking it in tandem. I love it.
Hordes of students sound from the distance, seeming to head my way, and though I want to show off my magic to these non-believers, they’ll see it eventually.
Taking in a lungful of air, I think about my room, figuring it’s what everyone else does before vanishing. My sigil brightens, releasing a cinnamon and lavender scent. It’s hard containing this building excitement as a force presses against me, and I vanish in a blink.
Time slows and races all at once. Passing around the red barrier of my magic, I emerge inside a confined room, and the sigil disperses.
