(eng) Lindsay Buroker - Heritage of Power 03 by Origins

Author:Origins [Origins]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Trip hadn’t realized how much a part of him his magic was. For most of his life, he’d only thought of it as a sixth sense, but it had always been there, his instincts accurately guiding him when his other senses weren’t enough.

Oh, his magic hadn’t abandoned him completely. He’d still located Leftie, but it had taken him longer than usual, with his certainty that he was going in the right direction faltering often. He’d walked a few steps, then had to stop and wait for his senses to return to him. When he’d attempted to heal Leftie’s injury, his concentration had proven elusive. He’d been able to see the wound with his mind but not do anything to fix it. It had been frustrating, especially after his almost effortless success at healing Rysha’s injury.

That feeling had yet to fade, frustration mixed with agitation. He’d almost lashed out when Leftie had made that comment as he stalked off, and that scared him. As a boy, he’d occasionally caused nearby vases and plates to break when he’d been having temper tantrums. One had broken close enough to his grandmother that a shard had struck her in the face, drawing blood. That had been about the age he’d realized he was responsible for those items breaking, even if he hadn’t understood how, and he’d been horrified that he’d caused her harm. Now that he was training and learning to draw upon more power, he cringed to think of what kind of damage he could do if he had a temper tantrum.

Trip drew in a deep breath as he stared across the spring at the fire burning on the far side. He sat near the water’s edge, his knees drawn up, his arms hooked around them. The animals that had been skulking about earlier had slunk away when he’d walked over here. Rysha’s comment about him being an apex predator seemed laughable, especially now. What would happen if something sprang at him in one of the periods where his power was gone or unreliable?

From time to time, he sensed the crystals in Duck’s flier, but they were just as unreliable as his magic. They went out and came back on again. There was no way it would be safe to fly with them like that, but he hoped the team would be able to drive the fliers out of the desert. Or at least out of the area of this strange magic dead zone. Or whatever it was. That was the term Rysha had given him, apparently given to her by Bhrava Saruth. Trip’s magic wasn’t dead so much as it was intermittent. What could cause that? He could understand why the dragons wanted to avoid it. He itched to get out of the area.

Rysha walked into his view, heading toward the fire, her sleeves pulled down over her hands as she dragged dry, thorny branches to add to the pile. She and Duck had given themselves fire-making duty. They had also dragged that carcass away from the camp so it wouldn’t attract scavengers.

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