Magical Arts Academy 8: Transformations by Lucia Ashta

Author:Lucia Ashta [Ashta, Lucia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Awaken to Peace Press
Published: 2018-10-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“What do you mean they carry the mark of the SMS?” Marcelo asked, peering suspiciously at the bodies of what I was sure must be a family. The children looked far too similar to the man and woman not to be related to them, which made their captivity in the bodies of firedrakes all the more curious.

“Is it a branding of some sort?” Mordecai followed up before Count Vabu had the chance to answer.

“No, nothing like that,” the tall, elegant vampire said. “I suppose I should have expressed myself more clearly.”

“You should have,” Mordecai said with impatience but no ill will.

“It’s more a taint, shall I say? An impression left behind by the dark magic after they’ve interacted with it. The magic of those associated with the SMS has a specific flavor to it.”

“So it isn’t something that would remain behind because the SMS spelled them?” Gustave asked.

The vampire was already shaking his head, every black hair staying right where it was supposed to as he did. “No, that’s different. This is a stain that remains linked to them once they’ve used the same brand of magic as the SMS.”

All of us, even those who were in the midst of recovering, had rushed as best we could over to the unconscious bodies of the five humans we didn’t know. We formed a motley circle around their bodies, peering down at them.

Although my attention was riveted by the five people, who might hold both answers and threats, my eyes moved toward Count Vabu. His gaze flicked toward his sister, who stood at his side, so quickly that I wasn’t sure I’d actually seen it.

Hmm. The way he did that was... strange, almost as if he recognized this branding of the SMS because he’d sensed it in Priscilla. Of course, I might be thinking that only because I was aware that the staff magicians of the academy were leery of her because of her rumored associations with dark magic.

I wasn’t sure what I’d seen, but I was plenty suspicious. When Count Vabu continued, I returned to studying the family on the ground. “I’m certain that at some point they’ve done dark magic while in the employ of the Sorcerers for Magical Supremacy.”

“But you don’t know whether or not they’re still associated with the SMS?” Gustave asked.

“No, though it’s clear that they were cursed into the bodies of those firedrakes by someone of the SMS.”

“Maurisse himself, I’d guess,” Mordecai said, continuing to sound bitter about the betrayal of the head of the Magical Council.

“Maybe,” Count Vabu answered. “But maybe not.”

“He’s right,” Marcelo said. “The SMS has proven itself to be made up of highly skilled sorcerers. If the likes of Maurisse and Miranda are involved, who knows who else might be working with them?”

“A sobering thought,” Wizard Meedles said in his deep, rumbly voice. He was holding up Madame Pimlish, who looked all too happy to be folded into his embrace. For once the woman didn’t look like she was searching for faults to pick at around her.

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