Chapter 83: Connections

“Magic flows down your bloodline. There is only a finite amount, a well that should never be overdrawn, that you only access by the grace of your ancestors.” My guardian begins, her face solemn, a hint of grief shimmers in her eyes.

An apple appears on the table of my room. Shiny and glossy, golden yellow like a waterfall into a pool of bright red.

“The well is only accessible with a true name. It’s like a song echoing across the planes of existence. A song in a language shared between yourself and your ancestors. It’s the connection between us.” She explains.

My guardian walks to the table and grabs the apple. She slices it horizontally with a quick movement.

“Apples are magic.” She says displaying the halves proudly.

“Okay?” I say slowly.

My guardian sighs deeply. “I do not understand why your mother failed to teach you the ways.”

“I’m sorry if your statement was intended to be profound.” I say, annoyed.

“What do you see?” My guardian asks.

“A snack.” Snarks Theia, w