happened?” one of the drivers asks. I can tell that all four of them fear Dagda believes it is their fault. The one speaking is even shaking a little.
“We have been hijacked,” Dagda informs them with a scowl.
“By whom, Sire?”
Dagda’s mouth clamps closed in a grim line. He does not want to tell them it is Xandra. There is already enough animosity amongst the Fairy population in regards to her, this will only fuel it. Which is probably why Radella blurts out, “His daughter is doing it. She has taken us hostage.”
I have never seen Dagda tempted to hit a female before. Ever. Until now. His hand is itching to make contact with her face. She notices this as well which is why she immediately takes several steps back. Dagda’s glare becomes more hateful with every step she takes. He hates cowardice.
Reeling in his anger, , Dagda turns back to the drivers and says, “She is in some sort of trance or coma and is not able to be wakened. The magic flooding through here and suppressing yours is indeed Xandra’s.” A couple of drivers are actually impressed rather than angry or scared.
Radella, on the other hand, is a different matter. “We are at the mercy of someone who is asleep?! Something has to be done.” Rounding on me, she grinds out, “Go and wake her up! Ram some of that magic of yours that is supposed to be so powerful down her throat!”
Now it is me that wants to punch her in the face. Twice. Maybe even three times. I have to take several deep breaths before I can respond. “Do you honestly believe the King and I have not tried? If you believe it to be as simple as that, you are certainly free to make your way back to our bedroom and attempt to wake her yourself by ramming magic inside of her. I, for one, will enjoy the knowledge that you are lying breathless on the floor as her magic burns every molecule inside of your body.”
“As will I,” Dagda growls. The look on his face clearly says that Radella will be looking for a new job after this. Providing she does not piss him off to the point that he locks her away and forgets where he put the key. Understanding this, Radella is finally smart enough to keep her mouth closed.
Turning back to the drivers, he says, “I have an idea. We cannot push against Xandra’s magic in any sort of attempt to push it back to her. Instead, we will need to try to coax it back in the right direction. We will do this gradually in case her magic decides that we are threats. I do not want any of you harmed, so pull back if you feel it pushing against you.” He gives Radella a pointed look letting her know she is the exception to that.
The eight of us position ourselves so that we can all see out the front window. I immediately regret it. A sea of trees is blocking our path. I do not know how many of them can hit the carriage before it becomes dangerous for us to be travelling in it. I am not sure if I am up to doing anymore major repairs today either. I am not even sure how strong I will be in regards to redirecting Xandra’s magic.
“Do you see that tree; the one with the large knot about thirty yards ahead?” Dagda asks. “Focus on pushing your magic towards it. Do not engage Xandra’s magic. We are going to create a ‘wall’ if you will that will hopefully be enough resistance for Xandra’s magic to change course. Remember, this is passive magic. We are simply creating a stream from here to that tree. If you feel resistance, pull your magic back,” he reinforces. He does not want to see his drivers hurt.
I have to say, it is a good plan. Dagda is going with the theory that her magic will take the path of least resistance instead of going on the attack. Hopefully it works. On Dagda’s count of three, the eight of us focus on the tree with the knot and create a wall of magic. Immediately, Xandra’s magic
“We have been hijacked,” Dagda informs them with a scowl.
“By whom, Sire?”
Dagda’s mouth clamps closed in a grim line. He does not want to tell them it is Xandra. There is already enough animosity amongst the Fairy population in regards to her, this will only fuel it. Which is probably why Radella blurts out, “His daughter is doing it. She has taken us hostage.”
I have never seen Dagda tempted to hit a female before. Ever. Until now. His hand is itching to make contact with her face. She notices this as well which is why she immediately takes several steps back. Dagda’s glare becomes more hateful with every step she takes. He hates cowardice.
Reeling in his anger, , Dagda turns back to the drivers and says, “She is in some sort of trance or coma and is not able to be wakened. The magic flooding through here and suppressing yours is indeed Xandra’s.” A couple of drivers are actually impressed rather than angry or scared.
Radella, on the other hand, is a different matter. “We are at the mercy of someone who is asleep?! Something has to be done.” Rounding on me, she grinds out, “Go and wake her up! Ram some of that magic of yours that is supposed to be so powerful down her throat!”
Now it is me that wants to punch her in the face. Twice. Maybe even three times. I have to take several deep breaths before I can respond. “Do you honestly believe the King and I have not tried? If you believe it to be as simple as that, you are certainly free to make your way back to our bedroom and attempt to wake her yourself by ramming magic inside of her. I, for one, will enjoy the knowledge that you are lying breathless on the floor as her magic burns every molecule inside of your body.”
“As will I,” Dagda growls. The look on his face clearly says that Radella will be looking for a new job after this. Providing she does not piss him off to the point that he locks her away and forgets where he put the key. Understanding this, Radella is finally smart enough to keep her mouth closed.
Turning back to the drivers, he says, “I have an idea. We cannot push against Xandra’s magic in any sort of attempt to push it back to her. Instead, we will need to try to coax it back in the right direction. We will do this gradually in case her magic decides that we are threats. I do not want any of you harmed, so pull back if you feel it pushing against you.” He gives Radella a pointed look letting her know she is the exception to that.
The eight of us position ourselves so that we can all see out the front window. I immediately regret it. A sea of trees is blocking our path. I do not know how many of them can hit the carriage before it becomes dangerous for us to be travelling in it. I am not sure if I am up to doing anymore major repairs today either. I am not even sure how strong I will be in regards to redirecting Xandra’s magic.
“Do you see that tree; the one with the large knot about thirty yards ahead?” Dagda asks. “Focus on pushing your magic towards it. Do not engage Xandra’s magic. We are going to create a ‘wall’ if you will that will hopefully be enough resistance for Xandra’s magic to change course. Remember, this is passive magic. We are simply creating a stream from here to that tree. If you feel resistance, pull your magic back,” he reinforces. He does not want to see his drivers hurt.
I have to say, it is a good plan. Dagda is going with the theory that her magic will take the path of least resistance instead of going on the attack. Hopefully it works. On Dagda’s count of three, the eight of us focus on the tree with the knot and create a wall of magic. Immediately, Xandra’s magic
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