Chapter 37 The wildweaver #2
I felt my face pale at the use of the word as the wildweaver continued.
“You don’t know, do you, Solenhart?” He said with a grin as Lorik’s shadow tightened around his body and his throat.
“Don’t even look at her,” Lorik screamed again. “Respond to me. Who let you in, parasite?” The wildweaver ignored him again, his gaze still on me.
“He spoke into your mind. He found you in the middle of the forest. He found you just by feeling your emotions and your scent,” the wildweaver said between short breaths. “The original curse of the Gods has started crippling in your mind. I can see it all in your eyes.”
Lorik screamed again for answers, but the wildweaver kept speaking.
“What would your treacherous court say about it, Solenhart? The lover’s curse that makes people mad as their minds and bodies become one. Perhaps I don’t need to kill you after all; they might kill you for me anyway.”
I looked at Lorik, who didn’t meet my gaze, then back at the parasite. The flames I had on the dragon falter just under a beat at his words, but I couldn’t let him get into my head. It was all part of his agenda. I kept the fire strong around the dragon.
“You will not touch her,” Lorik’s words cut more than steel. Death and rage mingled together as he shot an electric wave into our enemy. Blood fell from the wildweavers nostrils as he spoke again.
“So possessive that intense love bond between Sunhearts and Moonveils.” He paused to breathe.
“You think you have me, boy, but you won’t win. You forget you are just a child to me. I have been in this war for centuries.”
“Centuries?” The word slipped from my lips.
“There is so much he hasn’t told you, Solenhart. And so much he can’t tell you,” the wildweaver chuckled. “If you must know, I am immortal.”
My magic faltered again for a second, but Lorik’s dark gaze held me as he said into my mind. “Don’t let him get into your head. He can still be killed.”
I kept my faction magic strong against the dragon as the yellow sky began to turn into light blue and violet. The night was coming.
Lorik’s eyes went back to the wildweaver as he sent another electric shock into the parasite's body.
“I’ll ask one last time. Who let you in?” Lorik’s voice was commanding, trying to coerce the truth out of the wildweaver. Lorik was using so much magic and was not able to fully recharge. And yet, he didn’t look depleted.
“You can’t mind-bend me, even with the sun and the moon helping you, even with you truncating my magic from my dragon. I am too strong for a Moonveil and Sunheart. I am magic itself.”
The wildweaver smiled wickedly.
“Perhaps you should have warned your lover what awaited her,” he said with a laugh.
“Then again— You can’t.” The wieldweaver added with a drop of sarcasm. Lorik’s shadow tightened around the enemy again.
“I’m running out of patience, Trivian,” Lorik purred.
A low gasp slipped from my mouth. Lorik knew the wildweaver’s name.
“There is a lot I need to explain.” Lorik’s voice inundated my whole mind. Was he able to read my thoughts?
“Sometimes,” Lorik said again, his gaze still on Trivian. His lips weren’t moving. “I have never lied to you. Never will. Do you trust me?”
I didn’t think, didn’t speak for what it felt like a minute. My logic and my mind said not to trust him. Lorik knew the name of our enemy, and our enemy knew him, too. What else was Lorik hiding?
Lorik’s face snapped to me in need of an answer, but he didn’t speak to me this time.
“Thea,” Lorik pleaded out loud. His eyes flickered from dark to silver as if the sun were hitting him straight in the face. But it wasn’t.
“She is blocking you out,” Trivian teased. Thoughts flooded my mind at once.
I knew Lorik was hiding secrets, but he had willingly shared many with me even before we were together.
He had saved my life; he had saved my friends' lives today.
Lorik was attacking the enemy. Lorik gave me a dragon guide to pass my trials; his voice was the one I heard when my confidence faded during my trials.
He had contacted me somehow and kept me going.
I remembered Lorik saying he would tell me all his secrets if he could when we were lying by the lake. I didn’t think much of it then. And just now, Trivian said there was a lot Lorik couldn’t tell me.
Then, I remembered his cough in the Sky Terrace when Lorik said he wouldn’t do anything to harm me. The same cough that caused Camelia’s death just hours ago.
Then, everything clicked into place. How had I not seen it sooner?
Lorik Draventh was also coerced into not speaking the truth.
Realization struck like a blade. Why was he silenced?
Who had done it? My stomach twisted. It had to be my court.
My court and my family had taken so much from Lorik, and yet he was here risking his life for me again, for my friends.
I did trust Lorik. I trusted him with all my mind, body, and soul, and I was not going to let a wildweaver get between us.
But before I could voice anything, Lorik’s magic faltered as if his eyes were on me, not on Trivian.
The wildweaver lifted his hand, and Lorik screamed in pain. He was mind-bending him as he has done with Rowan. Lorik stood, back arching and immobile. He screamed as his gaze was fixed on the sky.
Trivian then created magma on his hands, ready to attack.
I didn’t think twice. I let go of my fire. I had been aiming at the dragon as the parasite released the magma in Lorik’s direction. My hands pointed to Trivian unnaturally fast, and I aimed my magic at him.
The magic that came from me was one I didn’t recognize. Ice flung from my hands, freezing the magma before it hit Lorik. Then, I aimed at the wildweaver with full rage and strength. He was thrown by the impact a few feet away from Lorik.
A growl of pain came from Lorik’s direction, and my gaze snapped back at him, already lying on the floor. A piece of magma had hit his right leg.
I ran towards Lorik and kneeled next to him, examining the burn.
Magma created more damage in one impact than any fire burns from my faction's magic.
Half of his thigh was melted away; I could even see fractured bone at its center.
No healing potion would fix this; we needed someone with a magical healing trace to reconstruct his leg.
“You just used ice,” Lorik hissed. “The magic is…”
“Doesn’t matter what I did, you will lose your leg if I don’t do something about it,” I cut him off. “Portal yourself to the auroric wing.”
“I won’t leave you alone,” he murmured. “And not that I can wield a portal after this injury.” “This is all my fault,” I purred.
“Stop apologizing,” he demanded.
“You were focused on me, and not on the wildweaver,” I said. “I… I do…”
“I know,” Lorik said, grabbing my hands as if he could feel what I was going to say. I do trust you.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Trivian standing up and walking with ease towards us, followed by his crimson dragon behind him.
The wildweaver was coming to kill us.