Only For Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 6) by Julia Mills Page B
Authors: Julia Mills
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small silver box and the antique mirror she often used from her backpack. Opening the box, the fragrance of herbs drifted on the breeze, herbs Aaron knew were also in the sachets laid at their feet. He remembered some of them from previous spells–Angelica root for protection, Caraway for protection from evil, specifically black magic, Cinnamon for success and Holly Leaf for luck, the others he couldn’t distinguish, but trusted Kyra to mix up the right concoction for their needs.
Their little witch continued, “Everyone close your eyes and imagine a large bubble with you at the center.” She paused for several seconds and then said, “Now expand your bubble until it touches the others.”
Magic, both Earth and Dragon, danced over his skin like fireflies on a summer’s night. In his mind’s eyes, Aaron watched his sphere expand until it bumped the other three. The edges of the spheres wavered. He watched the colors of his aura mix and mingle with those of the others, blurring the lines and making a kind of real life mosaic.
The pressure built to an uncomfortable level. A loud ‘POP’ reverberated within their containment, followed by a shock wave that almost knocked him to the ground. From the looks on Rian and Aidan’s faces, they experienced it also.
“No worries, guys. Everything that happens in the bubble stays in the bubble,” Kyra chuckled her answer to his unasked question.
She began the spell that sounded more like a lullaby than an incantation, “We pray to the Goddess of All and the Universe for help to bring justice where there has been none. Provide us with the cover of your dark skies; keep our scent unknown by your winds and footsteps unheard by all ears. Only you can give us the power and strength we need to conquer evil and restore the balance. So it is written, so it shall be. Blessed be.”
She repeated the same words over and over. Their containment grew, surrounding the entire mountain and the lake. Her chant stopped, the immediate silence almost deafening. Kyra laid down the box and picked up the antique mirror, along with a deep purple pouch. Moving forward, she dumped the herbs on the glass, speaking in Latin as she went. Aaron had seen the white witch scry before, but on this night, her focus was more intense. Her power radiated in all directions, leaving a white stream of energy in its wake.
The mirror vibrated in her hands as Kyra’s chant rose, not only in volume but also in its depth of emotion. She was pouring everything she had into finding the traitor. She looked up several long minutes later, her violet eyes glowing with power.
“Join hands and repeat after me. We seek the traitor, blood of our blood. Once brother, now enemy. Show us his location, show us his face.”
Over and over they repeated Kyra’s words until the mirror flashed blue and then red, then back to blue in an endless loop. The witch’s brow furrowed as she watched the staccato pattern. Several tense seconds passed. The lights sped to a blur then stopped on a dime, as if a switch had been flipped. There one minute, gone the next.
Kyra murmured in Latin. Nothing happened. Shaking her head, she muttered, “Well, shit!”
“What is it? Is the dick here?” Aaron asked, working hard to contain his frustration. His dragon was chuffing and blowing smoke, demanding he take action.
“I don’t know…” Her words trailed off as she continued to study the mirror.
Kyra spoke, barely above a whisper. “There’s something…but…it’s different.” She took a deep breath, and then said with more confidence, “There’s dragon magic and black magic, but it feels different than Andrew. There’s nothing really evil about it. Even the black magic is just kind of blah …almost worn out. It’s really weird.”
Dropping to her knees, Kyra dug through her large duffle. She pulled out several different colored pouches, another brass bowl, and a small silver knife. “I’m going to have to do a little blood
Their little witch continued, “Everyone close your eyes and imagine a large bubble with you at the center.” She paused for several seconds and then said, “Now expand your bubble until it touches the others.”
Magic, both Earth and Dragon, danced over his skin like fireflies on a summer’s night. In his mind’s eyes, Aaron watched his sphere expand until it bumped the other three. The edges of the spheres wavered. He watched the colors of his aura mix and mingle with those of the others, blurring the lines and making a kind of real life mosaic.
The pressure built to an uncomfortable level. A loud ‘POP’ reverberated within their containment, followed by a shock wave that almost knocked him to the ground. From the looks on Rian and Aidan’s faces, they experienced it also.
“No worries, guys. Everything that happens in the bubble stays in the bubble,” Kyra chuckled her answer to his unasked question.
She began the spell that sounded more like a lullaby than an incantation, “We pray to the Goddess of All and the Universe for help to bring justice where there has been none. Provide us with the cover of your dark skies; keep our scent unknown by your winds and footsteps unheard by all ears. Only you can give us the power and strength we need to conquer evil and restore the balance. So it is written, so it shall be. Blessed be.”
She repeated the same words over and over. Their containment grew, surrounding the entire mountain and the lake. Her chant stopped, the immediate silence almost deafening. Kyra laid down the box and picked up the antique mirror, along with a deep purple pouch. Moving forward, she dumped the herbs on the glass, speaking in Latin as she went. Aaron had seen the white witch scry before, but on this night, her focus was more intense. Her power radiated in all directions, leaving a white stream of energy in its wake.
The mirror vibrated in her hands as Kyra’s chant rose, not only in volume but also in its depth of emotion. She was pouring everything she had into finding the traitor. She looked up several long minutes later, her violet eyes glowing with power.
“Join hands and repeat after me. We seek the traitor, blood of our blood. Once brother, now enemy. Show us his location, show us his face.”
Over and over they repeated Kyra’s words until the mirror flashed blue and then red, then back to blue in an endless loop. The witch’s brow furrowed as she watched the staccato pattern. Several tense seconds passed. The lights sped to a blur then stopped on a dime, as if a switch had been flipped. There one minute, gone the next.
Kyra murmured in Latin. Nothing happened. Shaking her head, she muttered, “Well, shit!”
“What is it? Is the dick here?” Aaron asked, working hard to contain his frustration. His dragon was chuffing and blowing smoke, demanding he take action.
“I don’t know…” Her words trailed off as she continued to study the mirror.
Kyra spoke, barely above a whisper. “There’s something…but…it’s different.” She took a deep breath, and then said with more confidence, “There’s dragon magic and black magic, but it feels different than Andrew. There’s nothing really evil about it. Even the black magic is just kind of blah …almost worn out. It’s really weird.”
Dropping to her knees, Kyra dug through her large duffle. She pulled out several different colored pouches, another brass bowl, and a small silver knife. “I’m going to have to do a little blood
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