Page 117 of No Ordinary Drakeling
“So, we’ll do all we can to make that happen. If everyone’s satisfied with that aspect, let’s move on to the rest of the spell you want,” Delaney suggested. “Let’s go dreamscape here. If you could have anything, what do you want?”
“I want him to be elven,” Chrysander said.
“I do not think my mate can handle me without pointy ears,” Ellery teased.
“Do you also want to be an elf?” Chander asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“I don’t see a problem there,” Chander responded. “We can call for your soul to use the same appearance that you did in your previous life. I haven’t done that before—both the sentinel and fallen knight spells have certain parameters for uniformity, but other necromancers have used temporary ones for bringing back a soul exactly as it was. Converting that to permanent isn’t an issue.”
“Great, Chrys will be able to sleep at night,” Damian joked.
“Your matebond will shatter at death. In a permanent vessel, you’ll need a new ceremony to reconnect yourselves to each other,” T’Eirick explained.
Ellery’s eyes grew wide. “I thought two souls were united for eternity once bound.”
“Oh, they are, dear, but it’ll be just like before you were bitten, and your blood exchanged. You’ll recognize each other as mates but will have to put it all back together again,” Saura clarified.
“Okay.”
“Let’s talk magic. Do you want it and if so, how much?” Chander asked.
“I have not had a great deal of time to consider it. Chrys only gave me this idea about an hour ago, but I think being me and having him is enough. I have no need for spells. Honestly, I have enough to learn about the Council. I am not sure I can handle a sorcerer’s education on top of that,” Ellery responded.
“I’m not sure the world is ready for a spell-casting elf who can shift into a dragon,” Grand Summoner Dre’Kariston D’Vaire teased.
“He’d be a little of everything that way, though. No one in the Council could argue that our emperors haven’t covered all the bases,” his twin, Dra’Kaedan, remarked.
“Or perhaps that’s not a combination Fate would allow,” Saura argued. “She might sacrifice one for the other. It’s a gamble.”
“Not one I am willing to take. I would prefer to be as close to me as possible.”
“I believe this is a spell that’ll only require Chand to cast,” Vadimas said.
The leader of the Order of Necromancia nodded. “Yeah, it’s actually less complicated than the fallen knight spell. It’s a straightforward resurrection.”
“Would I be able to fly right away?”
“No, you’ll have up to three days of resurrection sickness. You have the tools already to shift and will unfortunately have a little experience with that. Once you feel good, you can shift,” Chander explained.
“I will have all my memories, right?”
“Yes, I’ll make sure you have no loss. Saura and T’Eirick know everything they knew in life as warlocks and in death as spirits. You’ll be fine,” Chander responded.
“Is there anything else we need to go over?” Vadimas asked.
“How soon can you do the resurrection? How long does it take his soul to completely pass across the veil?” Chrysander asked, his voice tight. Ellery slipped a hand over to his thigh to comfort him. The dragon placed his palm over Ellery’s and laced their fingers.
“As a necromancer I can see souls lift from the body. In an event as traumatic as this may prove to be, death will be quick. Once he’s passed, I can resurrect right away. Literally minutes later, he’ll be lying on a bed trying not to throw up,” Chander assured him.
“Is that what resurrection sickness causes? Vomiting?” Ellery asked.
“It’s different for everyone. There can be vomiting, fatigue, nausea, headache, or all the above. There’s a slim chance you’ll have none of that. Each resurrection is unique. The worst is the first few hours and you’ll slowly get better,” Chander explained.
“Mom sat right up when she was resurrected. Don’t do that,” Dra’Kaedan said.
“She almost had us both tossing our cookies since we were on the same bed,” T’Eirick complained.
