Until All Curses Are Lifted by Tim Frankovich

Author:Tim Frankovich [Frankovich, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781733328500
Publisher: Warpsteel Press
Published: 2019-08-12T16:00:00+00:00

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After her rest, Seri met Jamana in the dining room. Curasir usually came through around this time of day. She hoped to speak with him before going back to Master Hain.

Seri drew a deep breath. Her hand shook and she clenched it into a fist.

“You can do this,” Jamana said.

“I know. But I’m glad you’re here, anyway.”

“I am sorry for telling Master Korda.”

“You already said that.”

“I am still sorry for telling Master Korda.”

Seri smiled. “It’s all right. It worked out for the best, I think. Master Hain is really impressed. I just hope I can keep things that way.”

“You didn’t tell him about the star in your eye?”

“No, that’s– there he is.”

Curasir strode into the room, his presence commanding attention. He paused, spotted Seri, and walked to their table. Seri and Jamana both stood as he approached. As usual, she fought the inability to focus on his full appearance.

“Ah, there you are,” he said. “You have been remarkably difficult to find the past couple of days.”

“I know,” Seri responded. “I wanted to talk with you about that.”

The Eldani’s odd-shaped eyebrows went up. “What about?”

“I’ve been avoiding you,” Seri said. “I was really shaken up when you came to my bedroom, and my senses have been confused by your power, and I’m sorry. I was somewhat frightened and confused.” Even now, she could sense the maelstrom of power that revolved around Curasir. She wondered if Jamana could sense it, too.

“There’s no need to apologize,” Curasir said. “You are young and just learning. Please, sit.” He gestured.

All three of them sat again. Curasir faced Seri. “The power of the Eldanim is quite different from that of Antises itself,” he explained. “As a wielder of that power, my essence will feel very strange to you. Since your senses have only just awakened, it is only natural that you would be unnerved.”

“Are you like a mage among your people, or are all the Eldanim like this?” Jamana asked. That was a good question. Seri reproached herself for not asking it first.

Curasir cocked his head, as if noticing the other acolyte for the first time. “Magic is a part of who we are as Eldanim,” he said. “It flows through us no less than our own blood. We cannot be separated from it. So any of us that you meet will feel different from human magic users.

“That being said, I am… more practiced in the magical arts than most of my race. I suppose that, in a sense, I am the equivalent of an Eldani mage.”

He turned back to Seri. “So. Tell me. How has the star in your eye affected your training thus far?”

Seri hesitated. How much should she tell him? Putting aside her fear was not the same as fully trusting him. But she needed instruction Master Hain could not provide. At the very least, she would not tell him about seeing him in the Inner Sanctum.

“It’s… it’s the beams of light,” she said. “I can see them, absorb them, and even, um, re-direct them.

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