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Authors: Dana Marie Bell
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Daniel’s.
“Do you think they practiced for this?” Gen began waving her arms. Three of the warlocks immediately dropped, knocked out by Gen’s spell.
“I can see Arthur waving his baton. ‘No, not like that! You, pool boy, you’re off-synch. Try harder.’” Zach’s glowing hands stretched out. “Begone, assholes.”
A wave of light shattered the circle, sending half of the groupies flying over lawn chairs and tables.
Daniel pulled the rune out of his pocket. “Good one. My turn.” He held up the rune stone, the one marked with Hecate’s wheel, and spoke his own chant:
“Hecate dark, lady of night,
Protect us now in this fight.
Circle of dark, circle of light,
Let all that is evil now take flight.”
Two circles, one bright purple, the other dark with purple stars, surrounded Zach, Gen and Daniel. Whatever the warlocks intended would bounce off of Daniel’s protections, or so he hoped.
There were an awful lot of them, and the ones Zach had thrown were getting back on their feet.
“They don’t know when to quit, do they?” Zach’s white glow intensified, his Goddess granting him the power to defeat Arthur’s minions. He began pointing at the minions and chanting. As he did so, the one he pointed at would go flying through the air.
“Eeny, meany, miny, moe,
Catch a warlock by the toe.
Each one caught I’m gonna throw.
Eeny, meany, miny, moe.”
Daniel shook his head. Only Zach would use a nursery rhyme to stop warlocks. He reached into his pouch and pulled out his next spell, the yellow stone tingling in his palm.
Gen sent another warlock to sleep. “Don’t kill them.”
Daniel growled. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He wasn’t into killing kids, even warlock ones.
“Don’t worry so much.” Zach pointed, sending yet another warlock for a spin through the air. “We’ll play whack-a-warlock and then go after Arthur.”
Daniel put the tingling stone away. Gen and Zach were right. That spell had the potential to kill, and that wasn’t what Daniel wanted. An it harm none, do what thou wilt was the creed the good magics lived by. Defending himself was allowed, but these kids hadn’t even managed to lay a static shock on him, let alone a deadly, demon-driven spell. Let Zach and Gen educate them on the error of their ways. Maybe a few could be turned, saved from the demon they’d made pacts with. Daniel just wanted Arthur. He’d save his lightning bolt spell for the true evil warlock.
He pulled out a small rope with nine knots in it, intent on binding the warlocks until Zach could figure out what to do with them. Hell, not one of them looked over sixteen years old. He fingered each knot as he spoke, picturing the circling warlocks as he did so.
“Knot of one my spell begun.
Knot of two my words are true.
Knot of three it comes to be.
Knot of four their power is no more.
Knot of five this spell is alive.
Knot of six my will to fix.
Knot of seven, power is riven.
Knot of eight I seal their fate.
Knot of nine completes my rhyme.”
“No!” One of the warlocks collapsed immediately, Daniel’s spell locking away his powers. The others soon joined him, voices crying out as their magic abruptly stopped working.
“Nice.” Zach smacked Daniel’s shoulder hard enough to stagger him. “I might have to steal that one.”
“On one condition.” Daniel held up the rope. It had started out white but now glowed a sickly green color. “Care to help with this?”
Zach grimaced. “Luckily I brought extra silk bags.” He pulled one out of his own little magic pouch, opening it so Daniel could slide the rope into it. He tied it off, then turned to the would-be warlocks with a snarl. “Sit. Stay.”
With each word his glow pulsed until only his eyes could be seen, the pale blue fierce and cold.
“Yessir.” The teens sat, staring at Zach with something akin to awe.
“Aw, you’re a daddy,” Daniel whispered as they headed toward Arthur’s house.
Gen giggled, the sound
“Do you think they practiced for this?” Gen began waving her arms. Three of the warlocks immediately dropped, knocked out by Gen’s spell.
“I can see Arthur waving his baton. ‘No, not like that! You, pool boy, you’re off-synch. Try harder.’” Zach’s glowing hands stretched out. “Begone, assholes.”
A wave of light shattered the circle, sending half of the groupies flying over lawn chairs and tables.
Daniel pulled the rune out of his pocket. “Good one. My turn.” He held up the rune stone, the one marked with Hecate’s wheel, and spoke his own chant:
“Hecate dark, lady of night,
Protect us now in this fight.
Circle of dark, circle of light,
Let all that is evil now take flight.”
Two circles, one bright purple, the other dark with purple stars, surrounded Zach, Gen and Daniel. Whatever the warlocks intended would bounce off of Daniel’s protections, or so he hoped.
There were an awful lot of them, and the ones Zach had thrown were getting back on their feet.
“They don’t know when to quit, do they?” Zach’s white glow intensified, his Goddess granting him the power to defeat Arthur’s minions. He began pointing at the minions and chanting. As he did so, the one he pointed at would go flying through the air.
“Eeny, meany, miny, moe,
Catch a warlock by the toe.
Each one caught I’m gonna throw.
Eeny, meany, miny, moe.”
Daniel shook his head. Only Zach would use a nursery rhyme to stop warlocks. He reached into his pouch and pulled out his next spell, the yellow stone tingling in his palm.
Gen sent another warlock to sleep. “Don’t kill them.”
Daniel growled. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He wasn’t into killing kids, even warlock ones.
“Don’t worry so much.” Zach pointed, sending yet another warlock for a spin through the air. “We’ll play whack-a-warlock and then go after Arthur.”
Daniel put the tingling stone away. Gen and Zach were right. That spell had the potential to kill, and that wasn’t what Daniel wanted. An it harm none, do what thou wilt was the creed the good magics lived by. Defending himself was allowed, but these kids hadn’t even managed to lay a static shock on him, let alone a deadly, demon-driven spell. Let Zach and Gen educate them on the error of their ways. Maybe a few could be turned, saved from the demon they’d made pacts with. Daniel just wanted Arthur. He’d save his lightning bolt spell for the true evil warlock.
He pulled out a small rope with nine knots in it, intent on binding the warlocks until Zach could figure out what to do with them. Hell, not one of them looked over sixteen years old. He fingered each knot as he spoke, picturing the circling warlocks as he did so.
“Knot of one my spell begun.
Knot of two my words are true.
Knot of three it comes to be.
Knot of four their power is no more.
Knot of five this spell is alive.
Knot of six my will to fix.
Knot of seven, power is riven.
Knot of eight I seal their fate.
Knot of nine completes my rhyme.”
“No!” One of the warlocks collapsed immediately, Daniel’s spell locking away his powers. The others soon joined him, voices crying out as their magic abruptly stopped working.
“Nice.” Zach smacked Daniel’s shoulder hard enough to stagger him. “I might have to steal that one.”
“On one condition.” Daniel held up the rope. It had started out white but now glowed a sickly green color. “Care to help with this?”
Zach grimaced. “Luckily I brought extra silk bags.” He pulled one out of his own little magic pouch, opening it so Daniel could slide the rope into it. He tied it off, then turned to the would-be warlocks with a snarl. “Sit. Stay.”
With each word his glow pulsed until only his eyes could be seen, the pale blue fierce and cold.
“Yessir.” The teens sat, staring at Zach with something akin to awe.
“Aw, you’re a daddy,” Daniel whispered as they headed toward Arthur’s house.
Gen giggled, the sound
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