Morana knows she's different from other people in more ways than one. Firstly, she's sixty-seven years old but stopped ageing in her twenties. Weird things have also happened around her right after she's wished for it. But most importantly, no matte...
"I would guess blood is needed as well. Since healing spells need blood, that would make sense," Alejo mumbled, but it sounded more like he talked to himself than to me.
"Is that what I probably did yesterday? A healing spell?" I asked, and his head snapped back to mine.
"Yeah, but I don't get how you would have done it without being aware of it," he answered and moved his fingers through his hair.
"The other times I've used magic before, I haven't really intended to use magic," I pointed out and suppressed the laughter some of those memories brought with them. "Like a girl once tripped me so I fell while holding a bunch of food. I got mad and wished that she would be drenched in sauce. Next thing that happened, a bowl of salsa tilted over and splashed right at her. Other things like that have happened. But I've never actually said a spell for it. Just wished for something."
He nodded as I spoke. "That's how magic often shows before you learn to control it. But there's a vast difference between that silly type of magic and something like a healing spell. Just the simple fact that healing spells require blood makes them different."
"But I was definitely bleeding," I countered, but he just shook his head.
"It can't be the blood of the one that needs healing."
I opened my mouth to try to come up with something else, another logical thing to explain it all. But I ended up closing it again.
I felt a little sick, though also hollow.
"What do you remember of it all?" he asked me, his eyebrows creased.
"Not anything really," I frowned and strained myself to remember everything from the day before. "Well, I heard you scream, looked at you, realized something was wrong. Turned and saw the truck. Then... then... I guess I passed out or something for a moment because then I just remember looking up at the underside of the truck. And then I started crawling out."
"And how did you feel?"
I bit my lip. "I guess I was a bit confused about what had happened at first. And I was exhausted. It hurt. A lot. But... Not the type of pain that would have been logical to feel. Like it wasn't pain like when you get hurt, but more like the pain after a good workout."
His frown deepened and once again he moved his fingers through his hair. Then he just shook his head. The look of concentration and concern disappeared from his face and instead, he smiled and shrugged.
"I really have no idea what it might have been," he admitted. "But yeah, most logical is that you somehow, in the panic of what happened, did some sort of spell. I couldn't sense any other person's magic there. Just don't know what type of spell it might have been. But oh well, we can plan a trip to the Library for some time in the future."
He leaned back and looked completely relaxed. I, however, had, from what he had said, gotten two new questions in my head and I didn't know which to start with.
"How do you sense someone else's magic? And there are libraries for witches?" I asked, opting on not choosing, but asking both questions at once.
"I can teach you as much magic as I can, if you want. I'm not very skilled though." A blush spread across his face. "And there aren't several libraries. Or there are, of course. Every coven has their own library. But that's not what is meant by the Library. There is one library that holds knowledge of everything magical, and well, it was created by powerful magic Goddess knows when. I've actually never been there myself, but always wanted to go. Mainly to see the Librarian."
"The Librarian?" Everything he said definitely only created more questions in my head.
"It is the guardian of the Library, I guess is the best way to put it. It's said that the Librarian knows everything and also that it changes form depending on who is looking at it. I've always wanted to know what it would look like to me."
"Is there any logic behind what form the Librarian takes?"
"Once again, it's just rumors, or speculations, because no one actually knows." He talked in a very patient voice, which, even through my curiosity, I found impressive. All my questions and my cluelessness had to be annoying. "But yes, people generally think that there is logic behind it," he continued. "But no one knows what that logic is. There's lots of theories, but there are always instances that don't work with the theory."
"Do you have a theory?" I had pulled my legs onto the couch and turned so that instead of bending my upper body to face Alejo, the whole of me was towards him.
"Not really. Most people agree that the form has some sort of importance to a person's life, though it sometimes doesn't make sense. Like I've heard one that saw the Librarian as a piece of paper and another that saw her first-born child."
I fell silent for a while, processing all the new information and going over what he had just told me. It was a lot and a lot that I didn't fully understand, and all raised more questions than answers. I repeated the new information back to myself to try to make more sense of it and also went back to what he had said the day before.
That's when I realized the next thing I wanted to know about and he had promised me he would tell me. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a happy or uplifting topic, though. The little he had said yesterday and the sad, almost defeated tone and body language that had accompanied it, had told me as much.
"Ehm, so, yesterday. What is the complicated thing with the coven?"
I saw him visibly stiffen.
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