Magical Arts Academy 12: Magic Ignites by Lucia Ashta

Author:Lucia Ashta [Ashta, Lucia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Awaken to Peace Press
Published: 2019-01-17T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“The others are all right, aren’t they?” I asked Nando the question that weighed on me.

“Yes, I can see them all, even Albacus.”

He wouldn’t be able to see Malachai, but if Albacus was there, then surely so was the other ghost, who couldn’t die a second time anyway.

“You can see all the way down to the castle?” Marcelo asked. “Well enough to make out our friends?”

Nando nodded.

“Hmph. We’ll definitely have to explore that more.”

“I can’t wait.” Nando’s voice contained hope and excitement, enough to make me wonder whether it’d been difficult for him that, although the runes had chosen him first, I’d been the one who’d exhibited unexpected powers.

“Simon managed all this,” Gertrude said, “from a spell? Or is he like Clara?”

“And like Isa,” Clara added, making me uncomfortable at the implications of what powers I might truly possess.

“It must be a spell,” Marcelo said. “His parents didn’t mention that he was unique in any way beyond the strength of his power.”

A power that was on display. Although the explosions and sudden flare-ups were over, the fire continued to rage as if it would never stop. With the amount of kindling the castle amounted to, it might burn for weeks.

“So, what?” Gertrude prodded. “He has a particular affinity for the fire element?”

“That would seem to be the case, though I’ve never heard of someone able to blast an entire castle wide open with a single spell.”

“It might have been several spells,” Brave said.

“True, even so, it was impressive.”

“The boy is the most powerful fire wizard I’ve ever encountered,” Count Vabu said.

Sheeuw. Marcelo whistled. “And you’ve lived longer than most, short of Mordecai and Albacus. Oh, and Sir Lancelot.”

At the mention of his name, the owl stirred in my hands. “Is someone calling me?” he murmured sleepily. He must have been terribly injured to sleep through the explosion.

Marcelo and Clara both nudged their horses forward to peek over my shoulder. Clara spoke first. “How are you, Sir Lancelot? Are you feeling better?”

The owl propped his eyes open to half mast and smiled sleepily. “Somewhat. I think I could sleep the week away.”

“Then maybe you should.” Clara smiled kindly while Marcelo appeared relieved to hear the owl speak. If Sir Lancelot could talk, surely he’d be all right.

“Thank you, Lady Clara. I think I will.” And he’d remembered his flawless manners. The owl would survive to live a while longer still.

His eyelids drooped shut once more and within seconds his small chest fluttered with the deep breaths of sleep. He hadn’t even noticed an event that he surely would have wanted to record in his perfect memory.

Even the impatient vampire stared at the fire for a long while as we absorbed its impact. Now that it was finished shoving its power upon us, it was a beautiful sight to behold, especially if one took into account that a den of torment was what burned.

The smoke filled the sky, blotting out the sunset. But from the direction we looked, the sky lit with oranges and reds and pinks, and made the shooting flames seem all that more alive.

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