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There’s only one kind of creature who could have withstood the force of an attack by several Frejr and plenty of demi gods.
I’m close enough to see the hulking shadow of the tower of sorcery between the brambles and thorns when the first root lashes out at me. I notice it’s a rather harmless one, without pointy ends.
The star shard looks like glass, and its smooth hilt perfectly fits in my fist. I hope the Frejr boy doesn’t expect to get it back.
I flash my weapon, cutting it in two. Both ends push against my chest.
I chuckle. “Really? You think that’ll stop me, feather?”
At every step, the obstacles grow—the brambles thicken, the thorns become sharper, longer, and roots erupt out of the ground right under my feet, wrapping against my ankles. I slash my way through everything she throws at me, undeterred. If she wants to stop me, she’s going to have to hurt me.
When I reach the doors, I expect more obstacles, but they’re open.
Grinning, I start to make my way through the halls until I reach the stairs.
I climb up, and up, and up. I don’t know how long I walk. Hours. Maybe days. I was practically running at first. Now each step’s torture, but I take them, one after another.
Fuck. “Magik sucks,” I say out loud.
I think I feel a change in the air. Something lightens up.
It’s her. I’m in her mind—or she’s in mine—and I’ve just amused her. She heard me.
Maybe I can talk some sense into her.
“Oh, that’s funny, is it? I’d like to see you running up a million flights of stairs, all because you stupidly put it into your mind that you can’t be around people. What’s the plan next? Endless sleep?” I snarl. “Your cousin’s going to be pissed about her toothbrush.”
I feel a change, so I keep walking up the stairs. I’m so going to spank her for this, and soon.
The stairs disappear under my feet, and I’m unexpectedly brought into a bright, sunbathed room, where a woman rocks a child, humming a lullaby. “Sleep well, Alis, and dream of the impossible.”
The door dissolves again, changing to a river where a couple of children play. The water rises and submerges one of the children. Moments later, we’re in front of a tomb, and Alis is the only one wearing red, while everyone else is in white.
Then I fall. Every single step I just climbed collapses under my feet, until I hit the ground, hard. I try to stand, but I’m nailed to the floor, each of my limbs firmly pinned by half a dozen blades identical to the star shards in my hand.
Remembering the weapon, I twist it in my grasp, hitting one of my bonds. I remove the others, leaving holes in my body. I feel no pain, though. I try not to freak out. This isn’t real. Alis couldn’t physically keep me away, so she’s imprisoned me inside her mind.
“Joke’s on you, feather. I’m exactly where I want to be,” I grit between my teeth.
I get to my feet, and walk to the closest wall. I hack it with my sword, screaming, relentless. Each hit resonates around me, like the walls are made of metal.
“I don’t care how long it takes, I will get through.”
My Alis is strong. She could make this waking dream last a thousand years if she wanted.
Then it dawns on me. I can cut to the chase. I grin as I lift both hands and start to take her power.
I was six when I realized I felt stronger after touching demis. It took longer to learn to only syphon enough so no one could tell something was amiss. In all my years, I’ve never tasted anything as exquisite as her power. I would have hunted her if I’d known such feeling existed. It’s like ingesting pure sunshine.
I’ve always been careful not to hurt her, but right now, I treat Alis like I would any enemy. I drain whatever I can get to. I know her strength’s practically limitless, and she won’t let me through until it’s all gone.
The prison around my mind clears, leaving me seated on a comfortable armchair in front of a fire, and Alis looming over me.
She got changed into a dark silky robe, and her wild hair flies around her. I’ve always thought it brown, but I see hues of blues and greens in the light. Like the colors of the sea. I thoroughly approve.
She cradles her head, visibly in pain.
“Sorry about that,” I say, not feeling at all apologetic. “But I don’t take kindly to you shutting the door in my face. We have to work on the whole communication thing, feather.”
