Dominic thought for a moment, stroking his pointy beard as he did so. “Perhaps I could. But that assumes we can get out of this place. I don’t suppose your book taught you a way to accomplish that, did it?”
“No, it didn’t,” Leesa admitted. “I was kind of hoping you and I would be able to figure a way out together.”
Dominic shook his head slowly, a wry smile playing upon his lips. “If I could escape this place, don’t you think I would have done it long ago? My magic has grown weak. Something about this place seems to absorb it. The more you use, the less you have left. I had to employ quite a bit to destroy the Necromancer, but it was a necessary sacrifice.”
The last thing Leesa wanted to hear was how weak Dominic’s magic had become. She watched as he sat down again, his legs dangling over the invisible edge the way they had when she first came upon him.
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Rave sat on the thickest limb of one of the backyard trees, his legs dangling into the empty air, watching Ralin play in the branches above. His son was scampering about the upper reaches of the tree a little less aggressively than usual, and Rave guessed it was because his hand was beginning to bother him to the point where he was now favoring it. Even from here, Rave could see that the discoloration continued to darken.As he had done so many times already in the past two hours, he glanced down at the black table below, hoping to see some kind of light or movement in its dull black surface. Once again, his eyes found nothing but the same frustrating empty blackness. He didn’t let his gaze linger upon the tabletop—doing so was pointless, and he didn’t want Ralin noticing how much attention his father was paying to the table. Ralin had no idea his mother was somewhere inside its dark depths, searching for the man Leesa and Rave both hoped could fix their son’s hand.Using only his goo
Dominic rested his hand on the table’s edge.“We’re going to destroy it, that’s what we’re going to do.”Leesa didn’t hide her surprise. “Can we? Do we really have the power to destroy it, especially after what we just went through? With our magic weakened and everything?”“We can and we will. With the Necromancer dead, the table’s defenses are weakened. And now that we are outside, our magic should be back to full strength.”Leesa hadn’t tried to use any magic since escaping the table. She was glad to hear that her weakened power was only a factor of being inside the table.“What about the eyes inside the table? They were your comrades. If we destroy the table, don’t we destroy them as well? Can’t you do anything to help them?”Dominic shook his head sadly. “No. They are beyond any power to save. They are long dead—only their ma
The first time the unusual dream visited Leesa’s sleep she didn’t think much about it, other than it would have made a great beginning to a pretty cool book. She had dreamed about a bunch of teenagers called the Miracles, all but one of them possessing a specific magical power. It wasn’t wizard magic like hers, but some of the powers were similar. One curly-haired blond girl could perform telekinesis, and her handsome Mexican boyfriend could create magical light, similar to Leesa’s illumination orbs. A beautiful Asian girl possessed a healing power. Other powers were very different from anything Leesa or Dominic could do. One freckle-faced, red-headed guy could rewind time for a short period—that was a very cool trick, she thought—and the youngest guy could turn himself invisible. The girl who didn’t possess a power was named Leah, and she was about to turn eighteen. Leesa remembered how her own magic had begun appearing shortly after her eighteenth birthday, and she hoped something s
Ralin's magical training was very much a hit or miss affair. Even though he now looked like he might be ten or twelve years old, Leesa had to constantly remind herself that her son was barely five, with all the exuberance and inconsistency that manifested in any young child.Dominic’s dampening of Ralin’s waziri magic had by and large been successful, especially for the first few years after Leesa had rescued her mentor from the Necromancer’s magic table. Once Ralin’s volkaane magic stopped bursting forth out of nowhere, Dominic had slowly and gradually weakened the spell he had cast to mute the boy’s wizard powers.Ralin still had no control over when his magic might appear, or over what form it would take when it did. Whenever it arose, Dominic tried different methods and exercises to try to help Ralin control it, or at least for them to figure out what the magic might be trying to accomplish. The strange green spirals still appeared now and then, but neither Dominic nor Leesa had t
A week passed uneventfully. With each dreamless night—and with no further mention of the dream from Ralin—Leesa’s concerns slowly ebbed. The first night, she had considered attempting to summon the dream to see if it might have more information for her, or at least to try to see as much as Ralin had. She had discussed the idea with Dominic, but the wizard had offered no real advice, telling her this was one decision she would have to make for herself. In the end, she had decided that letting sleeping dogs lie was probably the best course. Unless Ralin brought up the dream again, she was not going to risk stirring things up.Ralin continued to struggle with the everywhere/nowhere technique—it now appeared as if his progress the day he told Leesa about his vision had been an anomaly, not a marker of some hurdle crossed. Dominic was a patient teacher, though. He continued working on it with Ralin each day, because it was the foundation upon which so much more could be built. Ralin did no
Leesa performed the spell several more times. Each time, the dimness grew larger and darker, though it was still nowhere near where she wanted it to be. Ralin provided her with proof of that.“I can still see you, Momma,” he called from the other side after the last incantation. He ran toward Leesa and jumped through the shadowy curtain into her arms.She caught him with a grunt and gave him a quick hug before setting him down. He was getting too big for her to hold him up like that for very long. She wished she had Rave’s strength, so she would never have to put Ralin down.“My turn now,” Ralin said. “I want to do magic.”Dominic looked to Leesa, who nodded. She was satisfied with today’s progress and wouldn’t mind a bit of rest while Dominic worked with Ralin. She crossed over to Rave and put her arm around his waist while Dominic turned to Ralin.“Okay, your turn,” the wizard said
“You have made your world safe, for the time being at least. Now, will you come and help save ours?”The words of the mysterious female voice from out of the black portal echo in my head. Less than an hour has passed since my Power finally appeared, triggered by the scorching fire of the balrog. The confrontation with the lava dragon was the penultimate challenge of a five hundred mile journey by land and sea, a journey marked by danger and death, by attacks from a swarm of wyverns, a kraken and a snake-haired gorgon, among others. Am I ready to step into an Anomaly now and journey to the nightmare world from whence those monsters sprang? I don’t see how I could be—how anyone could be.My friends are all staring at me, waiting. I look at my fellow Miracles first. In all the world, these six are the only others we know of who possess a Power. I’m pretty sure they would all come with me if I were foolish enough to go. I’m certain Radar
Jordy pulls his arm from Radar’s and steps in front of my dad. He snaps off a sharp salute.“Permission to go, Sir,” he asks.Dad nods. “Granted, son.” He looks at me. “I’m coming, too, of course. Which leaves one more.”Lieutenant Gregerson steps forward. “I’d like to volunteer, Sir.”Dad smiles. “I know you would, Lieutenant. But someone has to lead the rest of the men back to San Diego. It’s not going to be an easy trip, without the Miracles or Kai. I need you to go with them.”Lieutenant Gregerson nods. “Yes, Sir,” he says, though I can hear the disappointment in his voice. “I’ll get them home, don’t worry.”Dad looks over the ranks of his men. They all volunteered for the mission to Alcatraz—he knows every one of them would volunteer for this newest mission. His gaze fixes on Sergeant Moss, our grizzled weapons expert.“What do you say, Sergeant?” Dad asks. “You got one more mission in those old bones of yours?”Sergeant Moss’s face lights up like a kid who just received an early