"I have questions." I stared at him in disbelief. Sure, I'd told James more than I had told Est and Callisto. Even then, I had just told Callisto the whole story and my wild idea before we started reading the books. Here he was, using magic in front of me, after having his magic stolen from him as well. It now made more sense why everyone seemed keen to help me re-learn magic, because they knew it could be possible.
"Soul Power Transfer," Callisto said, staring at the electric current on his hands. "Has been around for ages. They often operated in the shadows and let the world assume the person who lost their powers did die. It saved those who used it from having to share their secrets and gave them quick and easy slaves to force into their will."
"That's what happened to you?" I asked.
"And you." He nodded.
"If it happened to me, then the others before me. They could still be alive?" Unless the giant insect ate them, of course. But the thought that Ophelia made it out and was hiding out somewhere trying to stay safe was a far better option.
"I'm unsure. It's hard to understand the reasoning behind it if the intent was for you to die anyway. And I won't pretend to know. I do believe that, at least for you, Eris used SPT. While that doesn't provide us with her intent, it does limit her to a very small number of magicians with the knowledge of the procedure and an even smaller number of magicians who can successfully use it."
"So you know where she's from? What are we still sitting around here for?" I stood up, suddenly ready for action even though I could still barely use any of my remaining magical abilities. That thought brought me back to Callisto, back to my magic, and I sat down. I looked at the electricity bouncing along his hands. "How did you get your magic back?"
Callisto laughed quickly, almost as if he knew I was going to settle back down and continue asking him questions.
"Time," he said first.
I nodded and agreed, "Obviously."
"Training." He smiled, and I felt like he was toying with me. Not in an intentionally rude way, I didn't get any bad feelings from it, but the way he spoke indicated there was more.
"Of course." I nodded again.
"And a potion."
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A Promised Prophecy
FantasyUPDATES EVERY TUESDAY AND THURSDAY! In the mystical realm of Veridara, Rhea, a witch with untapped potential, unwittingly steps into a prophecy that thrusts her into a dangerous game of power and destiny. Ignoring the warnings of her mentor, Rhea...
