Power of the Bayou by Dana Ellis

Author:Dana Ellis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dana Ellis
Published: 2020-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

AFTER THE MORNING, apprehensive, but determined, Reynaud followed her quietly to the car. He looked out the window reminiscing and marveling at how things had indeed changed. A sense of melancholy settled upon him when Kameryn turned down a familiar street leading to counsel’s old dwelling. When its dilapidated form came into view, Reynaud’s magic sparked within him, but it was quickly doused. A pit formed in Reynaud’s gut at the full sight of the area. The car pulled to a stop and they got out. Devastation spread as far as the eye could see. Despair clutched his heart and tears stung his eyes.

“What is this place called today?” he asked after a while.

“The locals call it the Ninth Ward. It took the greatest hit when the flood came,” Kameryn told him.

Reynaud nodded, looking out over where the site of the Creolyte council hall, Lieu de Rencontre, once stood. He spent every day of his adult life there as a magical trainer. With so many magic users performing tasks of all kinds for countless years the very walls of the dwelling hummed with power.

Their sect wasn’t as large as a few others in Louisiana. Many of their people were content to build their homes near the structure to remain near the energy that flowed from it. It allowed them to be a close-knit group.

Reynaud walked down the hill with a heavy heart. Everything around him lay in ruin. The tiny twinges poking at his magic were minuscule compared to the full body throbbing the neighborhood’s former glory used to instill. Suddenly his head snapped to look over his shoulder.

“What? What is it?” Kameryn asked coming to his side.

Reynaud hesitated, wondering himself. He walked along the overturned soil stepping over tossed debris not knowing exactly where he was going. Kameryn followed in his footsteps almost bumping into him when he stopped abruptly to look around again.

“There’s something...familiar... Something,” he paused, shaking his head. “Something pulls at me, Kameryn. Its touch is very faint, like someone trying to tap you, but you’re just out of the reach of their fingertips. It tugs at the magic that sits in my soul.”

“Maybe you can follow it.”

Reynaud turned. “Follow it?”

“Yes. You could focus on it and use it. You know, like ships use a lighthouse at night. I don’t know how your magic stuff works, but...” she suggested with a shrug leaving her sentence incomplete.

Reynaud thought for a moment. There were so many things he could not yet do. He had been doing small tasks to strengthen his long inactive earth magic since it had returned to him. In the beginning, he practiced by healing trees and grounds in the general area, multiplying the growth of healing herbs he found in the places Kameryn had taken him and enhancing Kameryn’s own vegetable gardens in their atrium. Those things were much easier for him now than they were six months ago.

Although uneasy, Reynaud closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation. Heat vibrated inside him consuming his senses, intensifying as he focused.

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