“Good news,” Blane says, “we’ve solved the mystery of how you have magic.”
“We have?” Her voice squeaks.
“Is it even possible, though?” Aurora asks. “To bring someone back to life?”
“It is,” Caelynn says quietly, frowning like she’s focusing on something else. The spell book, maybe? “But a fae has never done it before...”
I shrug. “I know she was lifeless, but her soul was still present. I healed her, and she lived again after. I... don’t know what I did. I just acted on instinct.”
“And now Raven has magic,” Blane says.
Raven shrugs, her eyes cast to the ground. “What do you think it means?”
Caelynn sniffs. “I don’t know. Maybe nothing. You just have some of Rev’s magic.”
“It might fade over time, or you might keep it forever,” Kari adds.
“Have you felt it getting weaker?” Aurora asks.
Raven twists her lips. “No. If anything, it’s getting stronger.”
Caelynn frowns.
“What all can you do?” I ask, and though my stomach is still in knots and my mind spins, I feign indifference as I take a seat across from Blane, the small fire flickering gently between us.
“Turn into a raven. I flew for a few hours once, but I was really tired after that. I haven’t really tried much else.”
“You threw a wraith back that one time,” Aurora adds.
“And glowed in that tunnel,” Blane says.
My eyebrows rise. “Was there a hue to the magic when you used it? Any color at all?”
Raven shrugs.
“When she was lit up, it was white or yellow,” Aurora says, “but it was fairly dull, so I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s pretty incredible, Ray,” Cealynn says sweetly. “We... don’t really know what it means at the end of the day, but it’s pretty cool. And great that you have a way to defend yourself while you’re here.”
Raven nods sheepishly and takes a seat by Aurora’s bag. Aurora reaches out and squeezes her thigh gently.
“The sun is just beginning to set,”Raven says.
I look up to the treetops, but only a few spots of blue sky can be seen from here.
“I didn’t see anything else out of the ordinary.”
The group quiets down, taking a seat around the fire. Caelynn passes around pieces of bread we’d brought, and we settle in for a quiet dinner.
“What do we do now?” Blane asks. “We can’t kill the Night Bringer, but he’s not going to stop.”
Caelynn sighs. “No. And he’s going to come back for us. Soon.”
“So?”
“So, tomorrow, we act.”
“What do we do.”
