A Piece Of His Soul

Abernathy gave me a knowing glance, and I cringed.

Clearing my throat, I steeled myself and tried to glare.

The idea of forfeiting one's magic made no sense to me.

Why would someone willingly give up such a gift? Choose to mate with lesser creatures? Weakening their power. There was no rhyme or rationale behind the logic.

I flapped my wings in frustration. "The unicorns believed as Sharra does, and they are nearly extinct, each generation's magic diluted until the youngest no longer grow a horn and can't communicate with other creatures of magic. It's a disgrace! They are called horses now, and Sharra has sent them all to the human realm to do the humans' dirty work."

My words came out ragged, but that was the truth.

It was despicable what happened in the name of Sharra's "evolution."

"Perhaps," Abernathy said thoughtfully.

I fisted my hands, the muscles under my brown fur straining from the pressure. Would he refuse me?

A blip confuzzled my mind, and I was no longer in Abernathy'