Page 51 of Quest for her Knights
“Right,” Draven says, licking his lips and swallowing hard, his eyes turning to the fire.
“Well, it’s not their fault they’re born with it. That doesn’t make them bad people. They probably live in fear of being caught and punished, or killed, for something that was out of their control.”
“That’s a rather open-minded opinion,” Blaze says, watching me carefully.
I shrug. “Honestly, I think it’d be so cool to have magic! I think I’d want invisibility. No, super strength! No, no, no…” I shake my head, thinking seriously about this choice. “Flying would be cool, but so would being able to throw fireballs from myhands…” I tap my lip in concentration before glancing up at the others.
“What would you guys choose?”
“What?” Arrow frowns at me.
“If you could choose a magic power, what would it be?”
“Uhh…” His eyes dart around to the others, as if he isn’t sure he should answer.
“Come on! It’s just for fun! Oh! What about telekinesis? That’s a good one!”
“Tele-what?” Blaze asks, his brows scrunching in confusion.
“Telekinesis. It’s the ability to move objects with your mind.” His eyes widen in surprise. “Pretty cool, huh? Actually, you can’t choose that one, I want it.”
Arrow laughs as I glance at him. “We can’t share the same one?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “We each have to have something different, and I want telekinesis. But if you don’t want to choose for yourself, I’ll choose for you.”
“No way, I want to pick my own,” Arrow says, surprising me. “I want that fireball one. Then I can just fire those at my enemies and not even need to carry a weapon.”
“Awesome! Blaze, what about you?”
“Hmm. Maybe healing? So I could heal anyone who gets injured.”
“Oh, I hadn’t even thought of that, that’s a good one! Ranger?” I ask, turning my head to him. His eyes are slightlynarrowed, like he isn’t enjoying my game, but he answers anyway. “Super strength.”
I grin, and an image of him lifting a tree straight from the ground and pressing it over his head has my body heating. I lick my lips and turn to the last of the four. “Draven?”
His eyes are narrowed as he stares at me, his gaze making me squirm slightly, and I’m not sure if it’s discomfort or warmth I feel radiated back at me.
He stands up abruptly and storms over to the small creek without saying a word.
“Okay then… He must already have magic.”
“What? Why would you say that?” Arrow asks in concern.
I grin as I look at him. “Isn’t it obvious? He has super grumpiness.”
He lets out a laugh as I turn back to watch Draven, my smile dropping. He stands there unmoving, staring at the water. I wonder what upset him.
He must really hate magic.
The longer he stands there, the worse I start to feel. Perhaps someone he cared about was hurt or killed by a magic user. Wait—Maybe that’s how he got all those scars! Someone with magic attacked him.
I push to my feet and make my way over to him, ignoring Arrow calling my name in question. Draven doesn’t even look up as I move to his side, but he must sense I’m here because his hand tightens on the hilt of his sword.
“I’m sorry, Draven. I didn’t mean to say anything to upset you.”
His head tilts the tiniest bit, just enough for him to look at me, and his brows pinch in confusion. But he stays quiet. So, of course, I can't help but fill the silence.
“I don’t know what I was talking about, anyway. Sometimes I do that. Talk too much, I mean. In my world we have books and movies about magic and… I admit, I always thought it was really neat, but I get that the real thing is probably completely different.”
