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tome.”
“She is, and it is what has me concerned more than her attitude or truancy,” Allister admitted.
“Do you think she is overreaching herself?” Rusty asked.
Allister shook his head. “It does not appear she is. I’ll admit I am apprehensive with someone of her youth and inexperience to have unfettered access to such a book. There is some rather advanced magic in there, which could be very dangerous. As you said though, it does not appear she is overreaching herself. She has matured remarkably, and if the book gives her something other than her grief upon which to focus, I do not want to take it away without good cause. I will have to look into the matter in greater detail.”
Daebian broke the seriousness of the table conversation as he bounced through the door, singing a song in his rich, high-pitched, and remarkably in tune voice for someone so young. Even after nearly three years, his rapid growth and mental development astounded everyone. Even if he were the six-year-old he appeared to be, he would be a prodigy in reading, mathematics, and any other academic subject thrown at him. He had yet shown any inclination toward magic, but he recently began practicing with wooden swords with the martial students and took to it like a duck to water.
“Mother, look!” he shouted as he thrust a handful of flowers at Miranda.
Miranda’s smile was so bright and loving it lit up the room and made everyone forget the pain she still held for her husband. “They are beautiful. Did you wash your hands?”
“Yep!” Daebian answered and thrust out his hands open-palmed for inspection. “I made up a poem while I was picking them. Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course I do. We all love to hear your poems.”
With encouragement from the adults at the table, Daebian straightened and cleared his throat.
“Lying at peace and feeling lazy,
I sit within this field of daisies,
I look upon this glen of beauty,
And begin gathering them all to me,
I pluck one bloom after another,
But not a single one is as beautiful as mother.”
The adults clapped and Miranda pulled her son close. “Thank you, that was lovely.”
“Did you see me at sword practice today?”
“I did. You did very well,” Miranda said.
“Alex says I could be the best swordsman he’s ever seen if I practice really hard,” Daebian said excitedly.
“Then I am certain you shall be.”
Allister cleared his throat. “Speaking of practicing hard, and returning to our original subject, has anyone seen Ellyssa today?”
“I know she spent most of the day in the laboratory,” Colleen answered. “I think I spotted her leaving the grounds a couple hours ago.”
“I think she does some of her practicing in the woods to the east,” Rusty put in.
***
Ellyssa studied the dozen or so dummies spread throughout the clearing and hidden in the trees from her vantage point atop a rocky outcropping some twenty feet above the ground. It was obvious she has been using the clearing for some time given the amount of damage evident. The ground was bare and scorched. The surrounding trees all showed serious signs of abuse from large chunks of missing bark, stripped limbs, burn marks, and smaller trees ripped in half or completely uprooted.
Satisfied, Ellyssa took a deep breath then pulled the Source into her body and shaped it into a spell. Powerful, azure streaks of light sped out and struck down three of the mannequins, blasting them apart and setting some of the straw and cotton stuffing aflame. She formed another spell, leapt off her rocky perch, and hurtled toward the ground.
She disappeared into the magical gate and instantly reappeared at its exit point high in the treetops at the opposite end of the clearing. This was her most dangerous move as the gate travel made her dizzy and queasy, which was a bad condition to be in when flying through the air
“She is, and it is what has me concerned more than her attitude or truancy,” Allister admitted.
“Do you think she is overreaching herself?” Rusty asked.
Allister shook his head. “It does not appear she is. I’ll admit I am apprehensive with someone of her youth and inexperience to have unfettered access to such a book. There is some rather advanced magic in there, which could be very dangerous. As you said though, it does not appear she is overreaching herself. She has matured remarkably, and if the book gives her something other than her grief upon which to focus, I do not want to take it away without good cause. I will have to look into the matter in greater detail.”
Daebian broke the seriousness of the table conversation as he bounced through the door, singing a song in his rich, high-pitched, and remarkably in tune voice for someone so young. Even after nearly three years, his rapid growth and mental development astounded everyone. Even if he were the six-year-old he appeared to be, he would be a prodigy in reading, mathematics, and any other academic subject thrown at him. He had yet shown any inclination toward magic, but he recently began practicing with wooden swords with the martial students and took to it like a duck to water.
“Mother, look!” he shouted as he thrust a handful of flowers at Miranda.
Miranda’s smile was so bright and loving it lit up the room and made everyone forget the pain she still held for her husband. “They are beautiful. Did you wash your hands?”
“Yep!” Daebian answered and thrust out his hands open-palmed for inspection. “I made up a poem while I was picking them. Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course I do. We all love to hear your poems.”
With encouragement from the adults at the table, Daebian straightened and cleared his throat.
“Lying at peace and feeling lazy,
I sit within this field of daisies,
I look upon this glen of beauty,
And begin gathering them all to me,
I pluck one bloom after another,
But not a single one is as beautiful as mother.”
The adults clapped and Miranda pulled her son close. “Thank you, that was lovely.”
“Did you see me at sword practice today?”
“I did. You did very well,” Miranda said.
“Alex says I could be the best swordsman he’s ever seen if I practice really hard,” Daebian said excitedly.
“Then I am certain you shall be.”
Allister cleared his throat. “Speaking of practicing hard, and returning to our original subject, has anyone seen Ellyssa today?”
“I know she spent most of the day in the laboratory,” Colleen answered. “I think I spotted her leaving the grounds a couple hours ago.”
“I think she does some of her practicing in the woods to the east,” Rusty put in.
***
Ellyssa studied the dozen or so dummies spread throughout the clearing and hidden in the trees from her vantage point atop a rocky outcropping some twenty feet above the ground. It was obvious she has been using the clearing for some time given the amount of damage evident. The ground was bare and scorched. The surrounding trees all showed serious signs of abuse from large chunks of missing bark, stripped limbs, burn marks, and smaller trees ripped in half or completely uprooted.
Satisfied, Ellyssa took a deep breath then pulled the Source into her body and shaped it into a spell. Powerful, azure streaks of light sped out and struck down three of the mannequins, blasting them apart and setting some of the straw and cotton stuffing aflame. She formed another spell, leapt off her rocky perch, and hurtled toward the ground.
She disappeared into the magical gate and instantly reappeared at its exit point high in the treetops at the opposite end of the clearing. This was her most dangerous move as the gate travel made her dizzy and queasy, which was a bad condition to be in when flying through the air
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