- He nodded at the city stretching toward the horizon. “When I sit up here I wonder about all the people down there. They go about their day, driving, walking, talking, working. From up here, it doesn’t look like they even understand what’s going on in the world. It doesn’t look like the war and deaths affect them. But that’s the thing. You can’t see how people suffer when you’re looking at them from far away.”
Turning his
eyes from the street to the endless buildings, offices, parking garages, and
apartments stretching over the land in a myriad of colors and lights, he
motioned toward the horizon. “All these people are terrified. They don’t know
what’s coming. They hear stories of what’s happening in the other world. They
all know it’s just time until it starts happening in their own backyards. The
only thing that can protect them from this disaster is a kid who can’t even
prevent his closest friends from dying.”
- “You know,
Roan,” Tuck began. Roan looked at him. “There are times when you can’t find the
answers to your questions in the world around you. Sometimes you must be silent
in order to hear the whispers of God. Perhaps this is one of those times.
Perhaps you don’t need to speak to Cal’adahin. Maybe instead you should just
listen for him.”
- His powers exploded in a flash of green light bright enough
to light up the arena. The magic soaring through his hands morphed in his
grasp. The mix of magics was overwhelmed by a new power. one coursing so
viciously that it crashed against his skin and slammed against the shields
holding it in. it was warm enough to power him but just cool enough that it
rejuvenated his body and energy. Within seconds, a green aura was smoking
around his hands.
Roan knew
as soon as he saw it that this was no newly discovered spell. This was a newly
acquired magic.
This was
his earth magic.
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