Azrel.”
Humph. You’re right, it was brilliant. But
that wasn’t me, it was the White Warrior.
Rabryn’s brows dropped. “What?”
She was the one scaring him mad with ideas of
what Hathum might do to him if he brought me to him with no proof I
was the White Warrior, and maimed this badly. I was too busy
clawing at his leg to try and breathe.
“You were clawing at his leg while the White
Warrior spoke to him?”
Yes. I was getting nervous now. Was
something wrong? Was something else wrong?
“She hadn’t taken over your body?”
No.
“And you heard her talking to
him?”
Yes!
“Are you sure it wasn’t you?”
Yes! I was too busy trying to survive to have
such a calm and witty conversation with him!
“Are you serious?”
Yes Rabryn! Why would I joke about that?
He narrowed his eyes and drew his face closer
to mine. He looked into my eyes as if he were looking for a certain speck in my eyeball. Then his face brightened slightly.
“Azrel! Have you used your magic recently without it completely
taking you over—besides with Jonoic?”
Well, yes actually. Killing those last few
Legan’dirs was my doing. I was in control of that.
He smiled a little, still looking like he was
concentrating on the speck. Suddenly, a look of severe
concentration came over his face. He stayed that way for a long
while until I started to get squeamish under his gaze.
Finally I heard him whisper, “There it is.”
His expression brightened considerably. “I see it now! I can see
that the window is open a slight crack.”
Uhh, what window? My brows dropped. Are you
seeing things in my mind now?
“With every shred of concentration and focus
I can manage, yes I am. I’m talking about the window in your mind
that separates you and the White Warrior. It’s the window that
needs to disappear in order for you and her—your magic—to be joined
again. And it’s open a crack.”
Is it?
“Azrel! I’m so proud of you!” He tried to hug
me closer, but the pressure of that made me cry out in pain. “Oh
Gods! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
It’s okay. My ribs ached as if I’d just been
kicked again, but I had more questions. Why do you call it a window
instead of a door? A door blocking her off seems more
appropriate.
“Well, you both can see and hear everything
the other does, no matter who is dominant at the moment. I call it
a window because you’re separated but not completely cut off from
one another.”
I moaned. You mean to tell me that she feels
like a stranger in her own skin all the time, the way I do when she
takes over temporarily?
“Probably.”
Gods! That is such an awkward feeling. How
can she stand it?
“Well, maybe it’s not a constant thing for
her. She’s got that ‘other world’ to retreat to when she needs a
break—though that must be lonely. She only gets company when she
pulls her followers to her while they sleep and gives them
orders.”
Goodness, I’d hate to feel like that all the
time.
“Well, she’s just starting to come into more
power. She’s been in your subconscious, that ‘other world’ place,
for years and she’s just breaking free now. I’m sure she’s been
lonely all that time when she wasn’t making plans with her
followers, but I doubt it was a constant detached state of
being.”
I’m getting a headache.
He smiled sadly. “It looks to me it’s more
than your head that aches.” My ribs screamed in pain again and I
grimaced. Rabryn’s face shadowed with concern. “You’re getting
worse as we speak. Try to go to sleep. It will lessen the pain
until I can get you to Addredoc.”
On one condition , I thought, my eyes
already drooping.
“What’s that?”
Get out of my head. It’s creeping me out.
He laughed softly. “Yes ma’am.” I felt his
power withdraw from me and I was very quickly asleep.
Chapter Three
Azrel
It began with me walking in a field of white
grass. The place I was in even had a white sky. I had on a very
graceful white
Humph. You’re right, it was brilliant. But
that wasn’t me, it was the White Warrior.
Rabryn’s brows dropped. “What?”
She was the one scaring him mad with ideas of
what Hathum might do to him if he brought me to him with no proof I
was the White Warrior, and maimed this badly. I was too busy
clawing at his leg to try and breathe.
“You were clawing at his leg while the White
Warrior spoke to him?”
Yes. I was getting nervous now. Was
something wrong? Was something else wrong?
“She hadn’t taken over your body?”
No.
“And you heard her talking to
him?”
Yes!
“Are you sure it wasn’t you?”
Yes! I was too busy trying to survive to have
such a calm and witty conversation with him!
“Are you serious?”
Yes Rabryn! Why would I joke about that?
He narrowed his eyes and drew his face closer
to mine. He looked into my eyes as if he were looking for a certain speck in my eyeball. Then his face brightened slightly.
“Azrel! Have you used your magic recently without it completely
taking you over—besides with Jonoic?”
Well, yes actually. Killing those last few
Legan’dirs was my doing. I was in control of that.
He smiled a little, still looking like he was
concentrating on the speck. Suddenly, a look of severe
concentration came over his face. He stayed that way for a long
while until I started to get squeamish under his gaze.
Finally I heard him whisper, “There it is.”
His expression brightened considerably. “I see it now! I can see
that the window is open a slight crack.”
Uhh, what window? My brows dropped. Are you
seeing things in my mind now?
“With every shred of concentration and focus
I can manage, yes I am. I’m talking about the window in your mind
that separates you and the White Warrior. It’s the window that
needs to disappear in order for you and her—your magic—to be joined
again. And it’s open a crack.”
Is it?
“Azrel! I’m so proud of you!” He tried to hug
me closer, but the pressure of that made me cry out in pain. “Oh
Gods! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
It’s okay. My ribs ached as if I’d just been
kicked again, but I had more questions. Why do you call it a window
instead of a door? A door blocking her off seems more
appropriate.
“Well, you both can see and hear everything
the other does, no matter who is dominant at the moment. I call it
a window because you’re separated but not completely cut off from
one another.”
I moaned. You mean to tell me that she feels
like a stranger in her own skin all the time, the way I do when she
takes over temporarily?
“Probably.”
Gods! That is such an awkward feeling. How
can she stand it?
“Well, maybe it’s not a constant thing for
her. She’s got that ‘other world’ to retreat to when she needs a
break—though that must be lonely. She only gets company when she
pulls her followers to her while they sleep and gives them
orders.”
Goodness, I’d hate to feel like that all the
time.
“Well, she’s just starting to come into more
power. She’s been in your subconscious, that ‘other world’ place,
for years and she’s just breaking free now. I’m sure she’s been
lonely all that time when she wasn’t making plans with her
followers, but I doubt it was a constant detached state of
being.”
I’m getting a headache.
He smiled sadly. “It looks to me it’s more
than your head that aches.” My ribs screamed in pain again and I
grimaced. Rabryn’s face shadowed with concern. “You’re getting
worse as we speak. Try to go to sleep. It will lessen the pain
until I can get you to Addredoc.”
On one condition , I thought, my eyes
already drooping.
“What’s that?”
Get out of my head. It’s creeping me out.
He laughed softly. “Yes ma’am.” I felt his
power withdraw from me and I was very quickly asleep.
Chapter Three
Azrel
It began with me walking in a field of white
grass. The place I was in even had a white sky. I had on a very
graceful white
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