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Ch 22: The Last Night
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Blood Magic's Bond Ch 23: The Tethering Spell
As much as they longed for it, willed it, time would not stand still. It passed like the moon overhead as they made love again and again, shared stories of their time apart, and reminisced about memories of their time together long ago. They refused to allow sleep to take them, not wanting to miss a single second of the time they had left together. Naked and curled up in each other's arms on the bed, Calder ran his fingers through her hair. Astasha’s eyes were fixed on the little window in her ceiling, unable to force herself to look away. “The light will be here soon." Cal pulled her closer to him and kissed her forehead. "Don't think of that yet, my love." Her mind had been working overtime, thinking of the way their scars reached out to each other each time they were in the throes of passion, hers a flickering gold, his an icy blue. She kept thinking of the feeling she had had when Cal had sent out the blast of energy in the healing ward, wondering what it all meant, what was
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 24: The Fantasy's End
Time moves on. No matter the magic one possesses, or the desires or wishes for it to stop, it is of a singular mindset; to continue forward despite all obstacles or pleas. And thus, the sun rose. Light crept through the little window above Astasha's workshop, and despite her and Calder's desperate desire for it to crawl back behind the world, it smiled its bright face and called to them of the future they did not wish to come. As slivers of daylight crept into the room,Tasha curled herself deeper into Cal's arms. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and pleaded with the Gods and Goddess to grant them more time. But she knew they wouldn’t. His fingers slowly trailed along her back, his lips pressed into her hair. There was a nervous anticipation, not of excitement this time, but of dread. It flowed between them, each moment, one closer to their last. Neither knew what to say, or do, but it felt as though a part of them was slowly being hewn away. Astasha refused to
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 25: The Other Fire Witch
It took all of the strength in her for Astasha not to collapse in tears. So to keep herself from breaking, she reached inside and pulled the fire within, wrapping it around her heart, shielding it, cutting off her heartache. Her focus turned to the older Fire Witch who stood before her, watching her, reading her. "Please, come in." Astasha stepped out of the way for Helia to enter her room and followed behind, closing the door. She couldn't bear to look at her bed, so she led the way to her workshop. "I take it you have some ideas about how to do this?" "I do, but first, I just wanted to see how you were doing. The past couple of days can’t have been anything but horrific for you, and it seems everyone’s concerns have fallen far outside the understanding of basic human emotions and needs." "I am fine, Sorceress—" "Please, call me Helia." “Thank you Helia. But really, I’m fine.” She was far from it, but pity would do nothing for her now. Helia nodded once, watching Astas
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 26: The Taunting Of The Grand Sorcerer
Over and over, Astasha replayed her conversation with the demon, taking the puzzle pieces and trying to force them together. But nothing would fit, none of it made sense, and the picture refused to form. There was nothing that gave a clue as to who the accomplice could be, no hints as to what might happen next. And despite multiple attempts to reach out to Errant, he still had not come. She poured over pages of history and spells hoping to find something she had missed, but nothing was standing out. Frustration set in and she longed to be back in her bed with Cal, laughing and making love, not worrying about what was happening or going to happen. But all that did was shake the protective shield around her heart. Astasha slumped back in her seat. Wondering what Calder was doing, she gently tugged on the magical tether leading her to him. From its direction, she could assume he was still busy with his father in the War Room. She couldn’t imagine the kind of things he was being throw
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 27: The Grand Sorcerer's Plan
"The land gained from your conquest is indeed rich with resources, Your Highness, but they are useless unless you happened to secure a viable distribution route in the process. By sea perhaps?" The old advisor had been rambling for what felt like eternity, and Calder was desperately trying to drown his voice out. His mind kept wandering to the tether around his wrist that never changed its direction. Tasha was still a prisoner in her room, still trapped alone with a demon, without him by her side, and all his father and the advisors wanted to talk about were resources and distribution routes. "Your Highness?" Calder closed his eyes against the advisor's voice. "Calder!" The booming sound from his father forced him to look up. "No!” He barked back. “There is no viable route by sea. Nor by land, not without sending an army of workers to hack through the forest at its borders. It was how we were able to take them by surprise. There is no easy way into their country. It took us ti
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 28: The Untrustworthy Meal
The forest Astasha stood in was not one she was familiar with. The trees were dark and cold, an eerie breeze blowing through the creaking old branches. It felt ancient, evil, a forsaken place of death and anger. She didn't dare to breathe or move. There wasn’t a sound but that of the leaves quaking in the wind. Where was she? What was happening? 'Astasha.' Her name was like a whisper rolled off the tongue of the air itself, surrounding her, filling her like ice. Dread settled in her stomach. Risking a glance around, she tried to use her power to sense where the voice had come from, but she was frozen, her magic stuck in her veins, unable to be pulled forth. 'The time is coming. The old will burn, and the darkness will rise.' Astasha's heart was hammering in her chest. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. She couldn’t tell if it was female or male, old or young, near or far. It ran through her, sending chills over her body. 'Astasha.' It called her name again. 'Embr
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 29: The Accomplice
Astasha’s head was splitting as if fire was searing through it. What was going on? She tried to open her eyes, but her lids were too heavy. Maybe if she slept more, the pain would stop. Yes, rest was what she needed. As she tried to roll over in her bed, she realized her arms were very heavy as well. In fact, they refused to move. Why couldn't she make them move? It was then that she became aware of something wrapped around her, holding her in place. Slowly, panic set in, and everything began to come back to her; the salve, the dizziness, the darkness. But she had made it to Bryn. She had seen his face before losing consciousness. Something was wrong. She mustered all her willpower and forced her eyes to open. Her vision was blurry and the world dark, but she could make out a shape moving in the distance. Astasha attempted to shift her position again, but realized she was restrained, tied to something, and a chill went down her spine. The demon's accomplice had her. She h
Blood Magic's Bond Ch 30: The Demon Unleashed
"NO!" Astasha didn't even notice the word escaping her lips, but it was too late. Blood poured from Bryn's throat as his lifeless body slumped to the ground. To her horror, Cordelia crouched down and reached out, the thick red running over her hands. She was chanting, her eyes closed. Just as Astasha had sacrificed her body, Cordelia had sacrificed a life, Bryn’s life… Tears were streaming down her face. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real. Her head was spinning, everything closing in around her. Cordelia stood and turned toward Tasha. Her eyes were like a hurricane, a dark storm on the water raging forth. Astasha began to struggle against her bonds, fighting with everything in her to break free and escape what she knew was coming. She'd never felt so powerless, never realized how much her magic had defined her strength, and she hated it. Her entire life she had prided herself on being strong, on being capable of defending herself, protecting herself. She hadn't needed
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