Page 70 of Gift from the Source
“Knew it would be hard.”
“Wait. Are you going to be able to do this and give instructions at the same time?” I ask.
It took all my concentration to do this under his instructions last time. I can’t imagine talking and doing this simultaneously.
“Of course I’ll be able to,” he scoffs. “Open our line of communication. Maybe if I’m in your heads, you both can focus on me better and not question my capabilities.”
Doing as he ordered with a smirk still lingering on my lips because of his sass, I open the lines that connect me to them in my mind, then broadcast that to them.
“Better?”
“Yes, now shush. I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do, then we do it together. So follow along. Command your magic to flow through your body. It needs to spread everywhere from your mind to your toes, into the door, then hold it. Don’t let it flow out.”
Another smile breaks out across my face as I listen to the familiar instructions. The same feeling of glowing and tingling from the inside out is just as present as it was the day I did this on my own, but this time, I don’t feel like I’m going to explode. It’s all warm and fuzzies.
“Steady yourselves. Once we repeat these words in Elema Lingua Vetus, it’s going to feel like our magic wants to burst free, but don’t allow it. We must hold it in. Out loud, we’re going to say ‘Open my sight to the land of old, show Elementra’s fabric unfold.’ After that, once the threads of her magic are visible everywhere in front of us, we’ll repeat the next words.”
Locking down my magic is much easier this time and I shift my feet into a better position to ground myself. I hear Oakly shuffle to do the same and Gaster slides one foot slightly behind the other.
“Ready…One, two, three.”
“Aperi conspectum meum ad terram antiquam, ostende fabricam Elementra explica.”
Small grunts fall from the three of us as our magic attempts to leak out, but the force behind it is very manageable. My body does heat a little and I clench my fist that’s not on the door out of habit when my skin pulls tight. Other than that, though, I keep my eyes trained on what’s in front of me.
The reality of what I can see of CC’s bedroom begins to shift. The few bookshelves on the other side of me subtly vibrate before their appearancestarts to change. The dark hardwood shelves and different shades of bound leathers take on the familiar hazy blue hue. I want badly to reach out and touch the flowing brightly colored threads of magic.
The pure, raw power calls to me, and I can’t help but wonder what my blood looks like when it travels through these passageways.
“Without lifting your hands from the door, slide them upward and grip the knocker,”he instructs, and we silently do as we’re told.“Now what we will do is, as we repeat these next words, we’re going to knock on the door. Once we say them, we’ll release our magic. The entire time, you must be picturing the room. That intention needs to be at the forefront the whole time. The dimension is going to pull your magic into it and once it has enough, the pull will cease. At that point, we step through the door together. Nod that you understand.”
Turning my head, my eyes connect with Oakly’s. She gives me a small smile and as Gaster peers down at her, she nods. I do the same as he glances at me.
“Good. In Elema Lingua Vetus, we’re going to say, ‘Connect these threads through time and space. Elementra, bless this borrowed place.’ Ready…One, two, three.”
The language of old flows from our lips and our magic pours from our chests. I hold in my elated squeal as the threads are visible for me. The three streams join as one in a wave of purple and flows into the door. For a brief moment, I do worry for Oakly as I notice the slight weight I start to feel from the pull of my magic leaving me, but then the sensation lessens.
Gaster doesn’t have to speak or instruct us. The tugging fades completely and we all know it’s time to step forward.
Passing through a wall of our combined magic feels exactly the same way as if we were having a group hug. I relish the sensation until my attention is stolen by the still blueprinted sight in front of me.
“Come, girls,”Gaster says, then starts walking down the small hallway.
We enter the empty square room and I glare around in confusion. It looks just like it does when Elementra’s fabric first becomes visible.
Gripping onto our elbows, Gaster commands, “Accept.”
Like a rope around our waist was cut, the dimension vibrates and jerks, causing us to stumble into him.
We watch with our jaws slack as the blue haze is sucked out of existence, leaving behind the exact hardwood floor and brick walls that we pictured. It’s so different without the books, desk, carpets, lamps, and all the things Gaster has in his to make it homey, but there’s no doubt it’s shaped the exact same.
“That was incredible,” Oakly cheers, pulling the two of us in as she jumps up and down.
“I was so confused there for a second.” I laugh.
“I figured it would just be easier for me to accept the signatures and creation than having to explain it all to you both. Next time, one of you can do it.”
The feral smile Oakly shoots me nearly causes me to keel over laughing. How quickly she went from worried about the amount of magic this would take to now willing to fight me over accepting rights next time is hilarious.
