Several weeks passed. The child inside Leesa continued to grow. Now when she focused her concentration inward, she could clearly sense the boy’s aura. The energy pulsed in a light, almost yellowish green hue, telling her for certain now that he would possess at least some of Rave’s volkaane magic as well as her own. The yellow tinge to the color made her think the waziri magic was probably the stronger of the two, but only time would tell. How the two magics would interact was an even bigger mystery.She had not yet visited a doctor—in fact, she wasn’t sure if she ever would. She had no idea what kind of readings the magical child in her belly might trigger during any physical exam, but she was pretty sure they would not be normal. And anything abnormal would cause the medical people to worry, which would probably result in more tests and still more abnormal readings. It could be a vicious cycle with no real end unless she admitted to the magic, which she was not about to do. She knew
That very same night, Leesa dreamed.Blackness enveloped her. No, not blackness—more of a purple. A purple so deep and rich and dark as to be almost black. She held her hand up in front of her face and she could see it clearly, but when she extended her arm, her hand nearly disappeared into the void. Farther out, she thought she could see faint, floating white lights surrounding her, but whenever she tried to focus on any particular one of them it somehow became lost to her sight.Almost as frightening as the eerie darkness was the complete and utter silence of the place. It was so deathly quiet she thought she could hear her own heartbeat, but maybe that was because it was pounding so hard inside her chest.She had no idea where she was, no memory of how she had come to this place of cold, eerie darkness.She tried to take a careful step forward, but discovered she could not. Not because her legs didn’t work, but because she wasn’t standing on anything solid. She seemed to be floatin
The next week flew by. Leesa worked hard on the growth spell every day. The stone continued to grow a little more at each session, except on the fourth day, when she had a small hiccup in her progress. The day before, the rock had finally reached the size it had been in Jenna’s illusion. The next day it stubbornly refused to grow any more, despite more than a dozen attempts from Leesa. The difficulty had not been unexpected, and Leesa simply shook it off. She was fairly confident now she would be able to break through that barrier and was determined to do it on her own, without another assist from Jenna. The next day, that’s exactly what happened—the stone finally grew bigger than Jenna’s image.The stone had become too big and heavy for Leesa to levitate—it was now thigh high—so for the last two days she and Rave had simply left it where it sat and returned to the same place the next day to work on it.That spot was in the middle of a stand of pine trees not too far from the bank of
The next day, a major storm front swept across the area. Gone were the pleasant temperatures and bright blue skies of the past week; in their place had come chill winds and leaden gray clouds filled with moisture. The forecast called for two or three days of intermittent rain, heavy at times.Leesa didn’t care. She was still going to work on her magic. Indeed, she felt that using her powers to keep herself dry while performing other spells would be a useful challenge. The foul weather was of no concern to Rave, either. His inner heat kept him warm and dry no matter what the weather. The heavier the rain, the more he simply turned up the fire inside him to evaporate the moisture as soon as it struck him. Leesa had been with him in one storm so fierce she could hear the water hissing as his heat evaporated it.They stood with their arms around each other near the highway at the edge of the volkaane settlement, waiting for Cali. The dark stone Leesa was going to try again to make grow sa
THE RIDE TO THE PRACTICE SPOT eight or nine miles north of the volkaane settlement took nearly twenty minutes. During the drive, the weather changed three times—from heavy rain to light showers and back to heavy rain. It was during the period of lighter rain that Leesa spotted something along the side of the road that she wanted.“Pull over,” she told Cali. “Right here.”Cali slowed down carefully on the slippery pavement and eased the car over to the shoulder.“What is it?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong. There’s something back there I want. Back up a bit, please.”Cali backed up slowly, thankful the rain had lightened, making visibility much clearer.“That’s good,” Leesa said after they had backed up a hundred feet or so. “Stop here.”Cali took her foot off the gas. She tried to look out Leesa’s window to see what it was that interested her friend, but all she could see was a piece of discarded furniture. It looked like an old, round wooden end table.“Don’t tell me we
Pleased with her success so far, she felt ready to get to work on the stone. She let the blue and yellow glow fade from her shield—maintaining the barrier while she tried to make the rock grow would be difficult enough without trying to keep the colors in place as well.She stared down at the dark stone, once again fixing every angle and sharp edge in her mind. When she felt ready, she pictured it expanding an inch or so in every direction while she cast her spell.“Blitha morun sumuss,” she chanted. “Blitha morun sumuss.”Nothing happened. The stone remained exactly as it was.Leesa was not deterred. Getting it to grow on her first attempt today would have been a surprise—a pleasant surprise, to be sure, but a surprise nonetheless.She inhaled several slow, deep breaths, then fixed her eyes onto the rock.“Blitha morun sumuss,” she said, even louder this time. “Blitha morun sumuss.”Once again, the stubborn stone remained unchanged. When two more attempts failed as well, Leesa knew s
In what had become a weekly ritual that Leesa loved, she and Rave were visiting her mom and Bradley for Sunday brunch. Every week, Leesa asked if she could help in the kitchen, and every week her mom refused. Judy enjoyed cooking for her “kids,” a position Rave had now earned by marrying Leesa. Leesa never pushed it—she knew her mom was making up for all the lost years of their childhood. Bradley and Leesa didn’t mind the making up in the least.This morning, Judy had fixed French toast. The first time she had attempted the dish several months before it had come out bland and dry. Today, though, Leesa thought it was delicious. Judy had used cinnamon-raisin bread, and Leesa had topped it with maple syrup and powdered sugar. The combination of flavors was nearly as tasty as most desserts.“This is really good,” she said to her mom after swallowing a few bites. “Really, really good.”Judy beamed. “I’m so glad you like it, dear.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you telling me the truth?
Leesa, Rave and Bradley pushed themselves away from the table and headed for the door. Bradley grabbed a lightweight black sweatshirt from the clothes pole beside the door. Leesa took hers—a light blue zippered hoodie—as well, for appearances sake. Wearing nothing but a short-sleeved shirt on a cool day like this could attract attention.They stepped outside, and Bradley pulled the door closed behind them.Their mom was right; it was definitely a beautiful morning. The air was cool and crisp, with just a hint of a breeze out of the north, and the sun shone brightly in a blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds. The autumn foliage had not quite reached its peak yet, but there were plenty of bright colors adorning the neighborhood’s trees.Bradley got directly to the matter at hand.“Tell me, Sis,” he said as they headed down the walk with Leesa in the middle of her two favorite guys, “you didn’t know any of this before I went away, did you?”Leesa shook her head. “Of course not. None of