Page 199 of Cursed Evermore
“What will I do in the meantime? I'm not doing anything besides learning basic magic with Arielle. Outside of that, I'm just here...”
“I've arranged for you to go to Hyxian with Arielle,” Wolfe answered, straightening.
My spirits lifted so fast I could barely contain myself. “Hyxian? The mage academy?”
A smooth grin slid across his lips. “Yes.”
“When can I go?”
“Today.”
“Oh my gosh.” I pressed my hands to my cheeks. “This is so exciting.”
“You'll like it there. They'll teach you whatever they think you'll need to learn. I know you'll be interested in learning about their healing techniques since you want to be a healer.”
My breath caught, and I gazed at him, surprised he knew such a thing about me. “How did you know?”
“I can sense it in your blood. I also sensed that you’ve always dreamed of learning the skills but you couldn’t in the mortal realm.”
My chest swelled with gratitude. “Yes. My mother was worried because of the curse. We had to be careful. People would definitely suspect witchcraft if I slipped up and I couldn’t remember anything from one month to the next.”
“That won’t happen here if you’re still with us on the next reset. We’ll figure out a way to smooth things over.”
“Thank you. I never thought I'd get such an opportunity.”
“Well, now you'll have a chance to refine your powers and learn new things.”
I could barely contain my excitement, but at the mention of my powers, my thoughts drifted to the dragons and my strange connection to them. “What do you think about my powers, Wolfe? You said I shouldn't have been able to communicate with or fly the dragons. And I shouldn't have been able to hear their song.”
He studied me for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly with the shadow of worry as he weighed his answer. “Your powers come from ancient magic from old bloodlines. Creatures like dragons recognize and honor it. That's as much as I know right now.”
“Ancient magic?” That was the purest of all magic. As a mage, it gave you a deeper connection to the heart of the Fray. And beyond that. “My grandmother never said anything about us being linked to ancient magic or bloodlines.”
“She may not know. Mages have mixed blood from their Fae and Elvin predecessors that have tangled over centuries. You can't always trace mage magic through lineage. And you... you're half-human. That changes things. It's like starting with a blankslate. The magic doesn't follow old patterns. It adapts. Evolves. Sometimes, that makes the ancient parts stronger, not weaker.”
Goosebumps slithered over my skin. It was hard to imagine me having such power. But I felt it. Even now, I felt it, and I knew what he was telling me was the truth.
“I guess we'll see how much they develop while you're here in the magical realm,” he added in a softer, reflective tone.
“Am I still to keep quiet about flying the dragons?”
“Yes. Just focus on embracing your power as it comes.”
“Does that mean I can see the dragons again?” I threw him a hopeful stare.
“No.” His gaze hardened.
“But if I hear them singing, it means I'm to go to them. Right?”
He frowned. “The fact you know that is insane enough and does not sit well with me.”
Guilt pinched my insides. It was Zyrra who'd told me how to find the dragons. I couldn't tell him that because of my promise to her.
I knew I should tell him she'd figured out he was looking for the ring. But I didn't want to risk ruining this breakthrough we'd had.
Her knowing about the ring didn't appear to be a bad thing. I also never exactly confirmed anything to her—though I knew I'd said enough.
I hadn't seen her since the day I flew Hedion and no one had mentioned her.
