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to tap into the source energy that flowed around him. If the family turned their backs on him, he could start his own.
“I’m sorry it’s come to this, Dad,” Mark finally said.
“You won’t be able to use the enchanted mirror to go home so you’re stranded here in Seattle. You’ll have to buy a plane ticket to Florida but that should be a peace of cake with how well your fly-by-night business is doing.” A faint gloating smile curved Cyril’s lips even as his eyes reflected his ire.
Mark knew his only chance of changing the way his family viewed white magic was to demonstrate its power. He pointed the palm of his left hand toward the scepter his father gripped and directed a stream of source energy at it. The ruby flared with a bright red luminescence as Mark accessed the enchantment and willed it to include him for access again. Cyril’s eyes widened with astonishment for a brief instant before he recovered and attempted to block Mark’s magic. The ruby went dark as Mark finished his spell and turned to approach the mirror.
“It won’t work. I’ve revoked your access,” Cyril said.
Mark held his breath and hesitated as he wondered if his efforts would prove successful. He reached out with his right hand and issued a pulse of energy to activate the mirror. An instant later, the reflective surface shimmered with gold light. Mark stepped through the portal and was surrounded by gold energy. He pictured his office and the opening materialized in front of him just as it was designed to. Mark returned to his home and the spell deactivated behind him. His father was livid right now but no one had ever been able to change permissions for access to the Freeman enchantments other than the clan leader so maybe he’ll recognize the importance of white magic when he cooled off. Mark had discovered by accident a couple of weeks ago that he could alter enchantments made with mainstream magic even if they were the type of spells he couldn’t create with white magic. The Freeman family possessed a huge inventory of ancient and advanced enchantments that were linked with the clan leader’s scepter in addition to the teleportation mirrors. It was the most crucial element of their success and the secrecy enchantment prevented them from divulging any of this information to anyone outside the family.
A loud crashing sound came from the living room and Mark went to investigate. He immediately noticed there was a hole in his door at about shoulder height. He frowned with puzzlement and stepped closer. Mark flinched as a fist came smashing through the door, creating another hole a couple of feet beside it and revealed a thick, muscular arm. An instant later, the arm withdrew out of sight. Adrenaline coursed through Mark’s body as he retreated to the opposite end of the room. He activated his shield which formed a sphere of shimmering white light around him. Mark kept about half of his enchantments stored in his office and the other half in his bedroom. He didn’t have time to go for either one of them because the front door toppled over and crashed to the floor. A tall, burly man with a shaved head clad in black clothing stormed into the room. His eyes were black which indicated he was either a vampire, incubus, or a curse. The intruder rushed over to Mark and punched the white magic protection. The intruder’s arm flickered with a black swirling smoke for several seconds then solidified again.
Mark wanted nothing more than to escape but he needed to find out more about his attacker. He opened his psychic senses and performed a scan. The attacker punched the shield again with the same lack of success. He altered his strategy by pressing his hand firmly against the surface of the white energy field. Mark recognized the dark energy configuration of the assailant as a construo letalis curse and realized it was trying to tune into the harmonics of his protection so it could slip through it. Mark hoped the white magic would
“I’m sorry it’s come to this, Dad,” Mark finally said.
“You won’t be able to use the enchanted mirror to go home so you’re stranded here in Seattle. You’ll have to buy a plane ticket to Florida but that should be a peace of cake with how well your fly-by-night business is doing.” A faint gloating smile curved Cyril’s lips even as his eyes reflected his ire.
Mark knew his only chance of changing the way his family viewed white magic was to demonstrate its power. He pointed the palm of his left hand toward the scepter his father gripped and directed a stream of source energy at it. The ruby flared with a bright red luminescence as Mark accessed the enchantment and willed it to include him for access again. Cyril’s eyes widened with astonishment for a brief instant before he recovered and attempted to block Mark’s magic. The ruby went dark as Mark finished his spell and turned to approach the mirror.
“It won’t work. I’ve revoked your access,” Cyril said.
Mark held his breath and hesitated as he wondered if his efforts would prove successful. He reached out with his right hand and issued a pulse of energy to activate the mirror. An instant later, the reflective surface shimmered with gold light. Mark stepped through the portal and was surrounded by gold energy. He pictured his office and the opening materialized in front of him just as it was designed to. Mark returned to his home and the spell deactivated behind him. His father was livid right now but no one had ever been able to change permissions for access to the Freeman enchantments other than the clan leader so maybe he’ll recognize the importance of white magic when he cooled off. Mark had discovered by accident a couple of weeks ago that he could alter enchantments made with mainstream magic even if they were the type of spells he couldn’t create with white magic. The Freeman family possessed a huge inventory of ancient and advanced enchantments that were linked with the clan leader’s scepter in addition to the teleportation mirrors. It was the most crucial element of their success and the secrecy enchantment prevented them from divulging any of this information to anyone outside the family.
A loud crashing sound came from the living room and Mark went to investigate. He immediately noticed there was a hole in his door at about shoulder height. He frowned with puzzlement and stepped closer. Mark flinched as a fist came smashing through the door, creating another hole a couple of feet beside it and revealed a thick, muscular arm. An instant later, the arm withdrew out of sight. Adrenaline coursed through Mark’s body as he retreated to the opposite end of the room. He activated his shield which formed a sphere of shimmering white light around him. Mark kept about half of his enchantments stored in his office and the other half in his bedroom. He didn’t have time to go for either one of them because the front door toppled over and crashed to the floor. A tall, burly man with a shaved head clad in black clothing stormed into the room. His eyes were black which indicated he was either a vampire, incubus, or a curse. The intruder rushed over to Mark and punched the white magic protection. The intruder’s arm flickered with a black swirling smoke for several seconds then solidified again.
Mark wanted nothing more than to escape but he needed to find out more about his attacker. He opened his psychic senses and performed a scan. The attacker punched the shield again with the same lack of success. He altered his strategy by pressing his hand firmly against the surface of the white energy field. Mark recognized the dark energy configuration of the assailant as a construo letalis curse and realized it was trying to tune into the harmonics of his protection so it could slip through it. Mark hoped the white magic would
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