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as we leaned back to listen to the night. She ran her fingers through Pavel's fur in amazement before she leaned back on him like I did. I caught his smug grin and jammed my elbow into his ribs. He was still grinning when he closed his eyes.
After Little Bear's breathing had normalized and I was sure he was asleep, I asked, “So Gretel, you were wielding magics in the fight, are you a vrajitoare?”
She grinned at me. “Vrajitoare? You sound like Raz. No, I am not a witch. When we were younger, Hansel and I were taken by a group of...” Her smile quirked. “...vrajitoare, who were intent on sacrificing us for one of their dark rituals.”
She shifted uneasily, her eyes losing focus as she scanned the trees. “They... did things to us with their magics. In preparation for whatever, they were planning. Rapunzel saved us, but it left a mark on us, their magic still runs through our veins, trying to corrupt. We fight it every day.”
She turned her head away from me, and I just studied her profile, the delicate lines of her face and her graceful neck. She was a beauty to behold. Maybe not conventionally beautiful, but something alluring in a wild, natural way to me. She smirked a little without looking at me and said, “You're staring Kat.”
I blushed and looked away. She chuckled a little and said, “I don't mind.” Then she laid back into Little Bear's fur and continued her tale, “When the signs of the witches corruption started making itself known, father sought out the druids of the Black Forest and beseeched them to help us.”
One hand tightened into a fist, and she held it up to stare at it as green energy built around it. She opened her hand, fingers splayed and the power just drifted off like a mist in the breeze. She glanced at me and shrugged. “They taught us. They showed us how to control the witch's shadow inside of us, to keep it at bay. We discovered that whatever channels they opened in us allowed us to wield other magics as well. Like the elemental power of nature that the druids commanded.”
She finally turned to look at me, like she was seeking acceptance. “I have to walk the line between the dark magics and nature magics every time I bring it to bear. That is why we learned to fight and to use it as a last resort in any confrontation.”
She looked back over her shoulder toward the rise. “I know not why those men attacked us, but they delayed us too long when the full moon was approaching. With the wolves on the hunt I had to use it.”
I smiled in understanding, she hadn't wanted to use her gifts. It must be hell, having a war within yourself every time you must defend your own life. A battle not to give into dark impulses. I understood, it sometimes frightened me how elated I felt in battle and often wondered if that made me as much a monster as those I fought.
I nodded. “I understand.”
She narrowed her eyes and studied me for a moment, then slowly nodded her head and said in a thoughtful tone, “I believe that you do.”
I nudged my chin toward her brother. “And Hansel? Does he find it as difficult?”
She shook her head and smiled at her sleeping sibling. “No. His affinity for the magics is much less pronounced. He cannot wield it as I can, though he can let it flow out through his whip. It is just a constant pressure in him, subtly coercing him to give in to the temptations to let it out, to make him do the vile things it whispers into our ears. Trying to catch him unaware, to corrupt him one step at a time.”
I nodded. “That is where the danger lies for us all.”
She paused and cocked her head. Her eyes drifted to my blade then to my brothers, and she nodded again. “You truly do understand.”
I shrugged, and she rewarded me with a smile that made her big brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I had to look away, and I felt a blush burning along my cheeks and down my neck.
She then said something I did not expect, “We decided that we had a responsibility
After Little Bear's breathing had normalized and I was sure he was asleep, I asked, “So Gretel, you were wielding magics in the fight, are you a vrajitoare?”
She grinned at me. “Vrajitoare? You sound like Raz. No, I am not a witch. When we were younger, Hansel and I were taken by a group of...” Her smile quirked. “...vrajitoare, who were intent on sacrificing us for one of their dark rituals.”
She shifted uneasily, her eyes losing focus as she scanned the trees. “They... did things to us with their magics. In preparation for whatever, they were planning. Rapunzel saved us, but it left a mark on us, their magic still runs through our veins, trying to corrupt. We fight it every day.”
She turned her head away from me, and I just studied her profile, the delicate lines of her face and her graceful neck. She was a beauty to behold. Maybe not conventionally beautiful, but something alluring in a wild, natural way to me. She smirked a little without looking at me and said, “You're staring Kat.”
I blushed and looked away. She chuckled a little and said, “I don't mind.” Then she laid back into Little Bear's fur and continued her tale, “When the signs of the witches corruption started making itself known, father sought out the druids of the Black Forest and beseeched them to help us.”
One hand tightened into a fist, and she held it up to stare at it as green energy built around it. She opened her hand, fingers splayed and the power just drifted off like a mist in the breeze. She glanced at me and shrugged. “They taught us. They showed us how to control the witch's shadow inside of us, to keep it at bay. We discovered that whatever channels they opened in us allowed us to wield other magics as well. Like the elemental power of nature that the druids commanded.”
She finally turned to look at me, like she was seeking acceptance. “I have to walk the line between the dark magics and nature magics every time I bring it to bear. That is why we learned to fight and to use it as a last resort in any confrontation.”
She looked back over her shoulder toward the rise. “I know not why those men attacked us, but they delayed us too long when the full moon was approaching. With the wolves on the hunt I had to use it.”
I smiled in understanding, she hadn't wanted to use her gifts. It must be hell, having a war within yourself every time you must defend your own life. A battle not to give into dark impulses. I understood, it sometimes frightened me how elated I felt in battle and often wondered if that made me as much a monster as those I fought.
I nodded. “I understand.”
She narrowed her eyes and studied me for a moment, then slowly nodded her head and said in a thoughtful tone, “I believe that you do.”
I nudged my chin toward her brother. “And Hansel? Does he find it as difficult?”
She shook her head and smiled at her sleeping sibling. “No. His affinity for the magics is much less pronounced. He cannot wield it as I can, though he can let it flow out through his whip. It is just a constant pressure in him, subtly coercing him to give in to the temptations to let it out, to make him do the vile things it whispers into our ears. Trying to catch him unaware, to corrupt him one step at a time.”
I nodded. “That is where the danger lies for us all.”
She paused and cocked her head. Her eyes drifted to my blade then to my brothers, and she nodded again. “You truly do understand.”
I shrugged, and she rewarded me with a smile that made her big brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I had to look away, and I felt a blush burning along my cheeks and down my neck.
She then said something I did not expect, “We decided that we had a responsibility
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