Mother of the Moonrat (The Bowl of Souls Book 5) by Trevor H. Cooley

Author:Trevor H. Cooley [Cooley, Trevor H.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Two

The cabin was a small but tidy place. It contained a single room with a bed, a small table, and two chairs that stood next to a warm fireplace. The robed man eased into one of the chairs and gestured for Justan to take the other. As Justan sat, he realized that his body had returned to its true form. He now wore his common traveling clothes and trail-worn boots.

The man sitting across from him looked to be middle aged, with thick brown hair streaked with gray and an odd beard that stretched across his chin but did not cover his lips. He held a steaming tea cup in his hands and he was smiling at Justan fondly. Justan’s spirit sight showed a silvery cord of magic connecting his chest to the man.

“I’m Sir Edge,” Justan said. It sounded strange to use his new name, but it was the proper way.

The man chuckled and when he spoke his voice sounded somehow familiar, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me but it has been so long since I’ve spoken with anyone that I’m still gathering my thoughts. You see, it is hard to keep hold of one’s self in this place.”

“I’ve noticed. Are you the wizard that turned into the Scralag?” Justan asked.

“I suppose I am.” The man blinked thoughtfully. “Yes. Now that I think about it, that is what you have been calling the elemental, so that makes complete sense. Thank you for reminding me.”

“So . . .” Justan ran a hand through his hair. “Wow, I have so many questions for you, I don’t know where to start.”

“Our time together is likely limited. I can feel the elemental gaining in strength as we speak. I may not be able to hold my thoughts together for long, so why not begin with the most important questions,” the man said. He took a long sip of his tea.

Justan’s mind whirred. What was most important? “What happened back on the battlefield? Why am I here?”

The man swallowed his tea and nodded. “Ah, well that is the most immediate concern I suppose. The elemental’s connection tying this place to your body was torn when you were wounded. The elemental had to turn all its focus on keeping you alive. That arrow had pierced right through your heart, you know. When that happened, your own magic raged out of control. It was quite impressive, by the way.”

“That magic, the ice pouring from my chest, shooting from my swords, you’re saying that was mine?” Justan was so stunned by the possibility that the fact he’d been shot through the heart didn’t faze him.

“Oh, yes, you are very powerful, but you should know that by now,” the man said.

“I . . . that’s what the wizards told me, but I haven’t been able to do anything with it. I can’t make so much as a single snowball with my magic. I can only act defensively.”

The man pursed his lips. “That is likely my fault. Well, the elemental’s fault.

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