is greeting you." Alton hurried inside before she said not to bother.
Elorian frowned at Zane. "Who froze him?"
"Brett did. The human. But now apparently he's a phantom fae and mage," Ena said.
"Apprentice," Brett corrected. "So is Zane, the frozen one."
Elorian considered Brett. "If you will unfreeze him, I'll silence him so he can't cast any spells, and freeze him to the spot, so he can't get away. But I can't do anything with him when he's frozen solid."
"All right." Brett wished that Zane would become flesh and blood again. When that didn't work, he wished him unfrozen. He hated the way everyone was watching him, waiting for him to do something, when nothing was working. He tried engulfing him in flames, just to thaw him out, but nothing happened. Then he thought if he could produce a raincloud and pour water on him… That didn't work either.
"Can we hose him down with water?" Brett asked. Water thawed out meat, after all.
Elorian tried to hide a smile. "No. You've cast a magical spell. A magical spell will have to undo it, not something of a natural occurrence. Such as we can't set him over a fire."
"Ohmigod, no. We'd cook him," Ena said.
Alton stalked back outside. "No one's in the keep. They might all be out doing shopping, or something."
"Or they went to the dragon fae kingdom to lend a hand to our cause." Which was more likely. Ena glanced at Brett. "Do something!"
"I'm trying."
Still not believing the human had suddenly become a mage, Ena frowned at Brett. "Okay. Alton and I have a mission to do. You stay here with Elorian and work on Zane so you can remove the raven's curse. Then after you take care of this, you can join us or stay here and wait for me."
"I'll join you. I work for you."
She took a deep breath, wishing he'd stay here since he didn’t seem to have a lot of control over his mage abilities. "All right." She said to Elorian, "Teach him something useful, will you?"
Elorian shook his head. "It is like housebreaking a puppy. There are bound to be lots of accidents. And lots of cleanups."
Frustrated beyond measure with the whole situation—her missing staff, an out-of-control mage, a frozen mage, and a cursed phantom fae turned raven, Ena couldn't believe the mess they were in. She shifted into her dragon form and flew off.
Alton laughed at Brett. "At least my mistakes with learning how to use fists in a fight won't ever be as disastrous as your casting spells could prove to be." Alton transformed into the dragon and flew off after Ena.
Brett watched the two of them soaring on the wind, wishing he was a dragon flying high over the grassy meadow.
And then…he was sitting in the courtyard, wearing scales of golden armor from the top of his head to the tip of his scaly tail whipping about as Elorian as Freya looked on in shock, his mouth and her beak agape.
Chapter 7
Having to hurry after Ena, Brett roared at Freya, meaning to convey to her to stay there just in case Elorian could come up with a spell to unfreeze Zane and force him to remove the curse on Freya.
Either Freya understood dragon—he wasn't certain he was even speaking in a way that dragons could understand him—she understood what he was trying to express, or she wasn't moving from there, with the hope that she could be changed when he returned.
In any event, she cawed at him, saying, "Go, do what you must." But she didn't sound happy about it. Was she afraid he'd be injured or killed? Or just annoyed that he said he'd help her and then fly away. But he had every intention of coming back to help with her condition, after he made sure Ena didn't get herself killed.
He bowed his head a little to Freya in acknowledgement and roared, "Stay safe and I'll return," then flew off.
Now this was flying. As a human, he just moved as if the wind picked him up and carried him. But this was real flying, with powerful leathery wings to flap, and then he soared along the top of shifting air currents. Thankfully, he wasn't
Elorian frowned at Zane. "Who froze him?"
"Brett did. The human. But now apparently he's a phantom fae and mage," Ena said.
"Apprentice," Brett corrected. "So is Zane, the frozen one."
Elorian considered Brett. "If you will unfreeze him, I'll silence him so he can't cast any spells, and freeze him to the spot, so he can't get away. But I can't do anything with him when he's frozen solid."
"All right." Brett wished that Zane would become flesh and blood again. When that didn't work, he wished him unfrozen. He hated the way everyone was watching him, waiting for him to do something, when nothing was working. He tried engulfing him in flames, just to thaw him out, but nothing happened. Then he thought if he could produce a raincloud and pour water on him… That didn't work either.
"Can we hose him down with water?" Brett asked. Water thawed out meat, after all.
Elorian tried to hide a smile. "No. You've cast a magical spell. A magical spell will have to undo it, not something of a natural occurrence. Such as we can't set him over a fire."
"Ohmigod, no. We'd cook him," Ena said.
Alton stalked back outside. "No one's in the keep. They might all be out doing shopping, or something."
"Or they went to the dragon fae kingdom to lend a hand to our cause." Which was more likely. Ena glanced at Brett. "Do something!"
"I'm trying."
Still not believing the human had suddenly become a mage, Ena frowned at Brett. "Okay. Alton and I have a mission to do. You stay here with Elorian and work on Zane so you can remove the raven's curse. Then after you take care of this, you can join us or stay here and wait for me."
"I'll join you. I work for you."
She took a deep breath, wishing he'd stay here since he didn’t seem to have a lot of control over his mage abilities. "All right." She said to Elorian, "Teach him something useful, will you?"
Elorian shook his head. "It is like housebreaking a puppy. There are bound to be lots of accidents. And lots of cleanups."
Frustrated beyond measure with the whole situation—her missing staff, an out-of-control mage, a frozen mage, and a cursed phantom fae turned raven, Ena couldn't believe the mess they were in. She shifted into her dragon form and flew off.
Alton laughed at Brett. "At least my mistakes with learning how to use fists in a fight won't ever be as disastrous as your casting spells could prove to be." Alton transformed into the dragon and flew off after Ena.
Brett watched the two of them soaring on the wind, wishing he was a dragon flying high over the grassy meadow.
And then…he was sitting in the courtyard, wearing scales of golden armor from the top of his head to the tip of his scaly tail whipping about as Elorian as Freya looked on in shock, his mouth and her beak agape.
Chapter 7
Having to hurry after Ena, Brett roared at Freya, meaning to convey to her to stay there just in case Elorian could come up with a spell to unfreeze Zane and force him to remove the curse on Freya.
Either Freya understood dragon—he wasn't certain he was even speaking in a way that dragons could understand him—she understood what he was trying to express, or she wasn't moving from there, with the hope that she could be changed when he returned.
In any event, she cawed at him, saying, "Go, do what you must." But she didn't sound happy about it. Was she afraid he'd be injured or killed? Or just annoyed that he said he'd help her and then fly away. But he had every intention of coming back to help with her condition, after he made sure Ena didn't get herself killed.
He bowed his head a little to Freya in acknowledgement and roared, "Stay safe and I'll return," then flew off.
Now this was flying. As a human, he just moved as if the wind picked him up and carried him. But this was real flying, with powerful leathery wings to flap, and then he soared along the top of shifting air currents. Thankfully, he wasn't
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