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“And you are just a single witch against something very old and dangerous,” Amelia pointed out.
“Something that is still in prison for the moment. Mayhap I can find a way to ensure it can’t escape. Reinforce whatever wards keep it trapped.”
“You’re assuming magic is what bound it.”
“What else?”
“I don’t know,” Amelia sighed. “This whole situation is unsettling, and it doesn’t help that my visions have ceased for the moment.”
“Has that ever happened before?”
“No, and I find it worrisome.”
Fionna changed tack. “Have you ever heard of a witch’s spilled blood making magic stronger?”
Amelia’s brow creased. “Why do you ask?”
“Because after the dire wolf bit me, I was bleeding quite copiously and when I formed my fireball and launched it, threads from my blood mixed with it. The missile hit like magma and punched a hole through the ogre. I’ve never had anything like that happen before.”
It took Amelia a moment to reply, and she did so slowly. “I don’t recall it being mentioned in any of our histories.”
“We lost most of our records in the flooding,” Fionna pointed out.
“True, but personally l don’t see how blood would make a difference. We’ve bled in skirmishes before and never seen a boost in our spells.” A good point.
Fionna gnawed her thumb. “It was odd.”
“Have you tried to do it again?”
She shook her head. “I’m not keen on bleeding to test it out.”
“Could it have been something else? Perhaps you ate something that enhanced your magic.”
“I hardly think hard tack and dry bread are suddenly magic boosters,” was Fionna’s wry reply.
“Ah, yes, field rations. I don’t miss those,” Amelia replied with a smile.
“I don’t suppose you’ve had any luck in translating those symbols I sent?”
Amelia shook her head. “Nothing yet. Cirie thinks whatever it represents might have been changed to a word we know now, whereas Kayla is of the opinion it references something very old and now extinct.”
“That’s frustrating,” Fionna grumbled. “I would have liked some hint as to what to expect from it and how to counter it.”
“I wish you’d reconsider coming home. I’m worried about you.”
“I’ll be fine. Between my magic and a warlord who knows how to use his sword, we’ll find a way.”
“I hope so because I’d hate to have to declare war on Srayth for losing my adopted daughter.”
With that Amelia ended the conversation and Fionna startled when Kormac stated, “She wants you to go home.”
She whirled. “And I told her I wasn’t leaving so don’t even bother trying.”
He shook his head. “You were right that I need you. Magic isn’t something I can handle, even if Iamgood with my sword.” He winked.
She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t understand what he meant. She might even soon find out how good.
Alas, they never even had a chance to spread their bedrolls. A distant howl had him looking off in the distance.
