Noctifer Magic by G.R. Loreweaver

Author:G.R. Loreweaver
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Saucy Pineapple

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FORSYTHIA

“What the fuck just happened?!” I manage to get out once I’m done spewing my guts. I have never felt so nauseous in my entire life.

I have also never magickally traveled before either, though, so there is that.

I take no comfort in the fact that not only is Blake getting sick too, but that he also seems just as freaked as I do.

“I have no fucking clue,” he says in a low voice. He is obviously trying to process everything as quickly as I am. I glance down and notice that he is still holding Ori’s body carefully, but as firmly as you would when protecting a baby. I have been so reliant on myself for so long, it's nice to have someone here to help when it feels like the world is caving in around me.

BOOM!

The explosion shakes my thoughts for a minute and shocks me, before I realize that it was just the grenade Blake set off, and not another new threat.

The grenade that just destroyed my house.

I close my eyes on that thought and will the tears away. Now is not the time to grieve over petty things. Even if it was the first home of my very own. One I built with my two hands and a whole lot of tears, sweat, and curse words. A lot of curse words. A lone tear falls down my cheek, but I quickly brush it away. There is too much going on right now, and not enough time to let myself fall apart.

Blake, oblivious to my current inner turmoil, interrupts my thoughts with a question.

“Forsythia, can you hold Ori for a minute? I need a fresh shirt, then we can get Ori secured and get on our way.” Blake’s tone is gentle but hurried. We are still nowhere safe for resting just yet.

I nod and hold out my hands. He gently places Ori’s body in my arms. For a bird, Ori is rather large. I would never be able to hold him in one arm like Blake can, but then I don’t have the huge arms he does either.

He wastes no time pulling on another shirt from his pack, but before taking Ori, he hovers his hands above him and whispers his magick.

Praesidium Scutum

I feel the air around Ori’s body snap into place from the protective barrier Blake just placed around his body. He nods to me, and then gently slides his hand under Ori, lifting him away from me.

While Blake secures him in the bag that is attached to the bike, I take a few moments to center myself. A lot has happened so quickly, and I’m incredibly grateful to have someone here to help me through this. Even if he is kind of an asshole, and mostly a stranger, with unknown magick.

I can’t feel Ori as strongly as before, but I just keep telling myself that he is weak and that it must be the shield. I have to believe that, or I don’t know what will happen to me.

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