Chapter Four #4
“I can only speculate, but I believe so. My father mentions in his journals that he was continuously afraid for one of Anassa’s children to inherit her powers.
Magic senses magic. If someone came close enough to the Sabras and detected your or your sister’s magic, they could discover your mother wasn’t really dead. ”
“Did she even want children?” Sidonie asked, growing angry. “Were we just… mistakes?”
“That I do not know.” Leitis sighed. “According to the journals, your mother met your sister’s father in a neighboring village and only spent one night with him.
She returned the next day. With your father, however, she was gone for months before she returned, which was only after my father tracked her down.
I know it may sound harsh, but he couldn’t allow her to be found, for her safety.
And she definitely shouldn’t have been sailing while pregnant. ”
“Sailing? Where was she going? Did she take my sister with her?”
“No. She left her behind.”
“She left her? Just abandoned her to frolic across the sea with a man?” The memories she had of her mother were beginning to fade. The woman she was hearing about was nothing like she remembered. Then again, she’d never really thought much as to how her sister and she came to be… until now.
“Yes, unfortunately.” Leitis sighed, staring off into the fire.
“But why? Why would she do that? To a child? Adelphie never mentioned being abandoned. But there is a lot that Adelphie never mentioned to me.” Her hands curled into fists as she fought the urge to cry. “I have been lied to my entire life. By my mother, my sister, everyone.”
“I’m sorry, dear child,” Leitis said, gently.
“I really wish it weren’t so, but alas, I cannot change the past. I can only hope to help you, in the future.
” He stood and placed the journal back on top of the stack.
“I would like you to have the journals, if you’d like.
Perhaps, they can shed some light on your mother’s past. Or help you to understand the situation, at least.”
“What about her magic? Can you help with that?” Dagan asked. “She can’t control it and it’s almost as if half of her magic is stalled, or stuck. I’ve tried to help her to release it, but nothing seems to be working.”
“I cannot, no. There is one way to fully release the magic and only someone who shares her blood can do that. Her family. Does your sister have magic?”
Sidonie shook her head. Adelphie hadn’t shown signs of inheriting any magic, so far.
“Then I’m afraid she cannot help you either. Only your father can, if he is still alive and you can find him. He was a wizard. His name was Zaine.”
Dagan’s hope that Leitis would be able to help Sid with her magic was now gone.
Finding her father would be difficult. His last attempts at tracking spells had failed miserably and he didn’t want to get Sid’s hopes up by even suggesting they try that method.
And traditional tracking, like Rowan did, could take a long time, especially if this wizard didn’t want to be found.
“I’m afraid I will need to leave tonight,” Leitis said. “My son is visiting his mother in a town just south of Taten. I will need to inform him of the summit. Therefore, I will not be able to travel with you both tomorrow. I want to wish safe travels to you.”
“Both? What do you mean? I’m supposed to go? To the summit?” Sidonie asked.
“All wizards are required to attend and as a sorceress, you would also be required to test for the position of Elder Mage.”
“No,” Dagan interjected. “She won’t be going.”
“I don’t need your permission,” she hissed.
“Sid, it isn’t safe. Especially since you can’t control your magic yet.”
“I also don’t need you to decide what is safe for me. I am going.” She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to go, but she certainly wasn’t going to let him dictate whether she could.
“Fine.” Dagan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. If she wanted to put herself in danger, he couldn’t stop her. He just hoped he was strong enough to protect her if all hell rained down on them.
Sidonie and Dagan bid Leitis goodbye. As they left the wizard’s lair and the stone sculpture slid back into place, Sid turned to Dagan, furious.
“You have a lot of gall, trying to control me,” she barked, poking him in the chest with her finger and trying to ignore the way her magic stirred from the touch. “Especially after what happened in Elmber.”
Dagan didn’t argue. He was just happy that she was finally talking to him about it.
“And what did he mean, in the solar?” she continued. “When he said you found your mate? What was he talking about?”
Dagan had all but forgotten he’d never told her about their fusion.
She had barely discovered her powers when it happened and had no clue as to what fusion was or why it mattered.
The fact that they were soulmates, magically speaking, wasn’t something he’d wanted to tell her when they barely knew each other. It seemed now the time had come.
“I guess we have a lot to discuss.”