A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

35. Don't Place Yourself In A Predicament You Can't Get Out Of

35. Don't Place Yourself In A Predicament You Can't Get Out Of

"Morgana!" My name rang through the air, and my thoughts momentarily switched from my imminent doom to Alexander hovering somewhere above me. Then, suddenly, I remembered.

"Liftarius!" I shouted.

My body jolted sharply upwards, my breath catching in my throat as some invisible force hauled me away from the grip of death. I hung there, frozen in shock for a moment, briefly reveling over the fact that I was alive. But then Alexander drifted down before me, his face an expression of relief, disbelief, shock, and anger all in one, and all too abruptly my moment of recovery ended.

"What were you thinking, Morgana?! You could have died! Where's your sense? I thought I was about to loose you!" He ran both hands through his hair.

I said nothing, merely stared at him, struggling to take control of the shock flooding my system. Alexander's gaze flickered over me and he frowned in confusion.

"How are you doing that?"

I blinked. "What?"

He waved a hand towards me. "How are you flying?"

I glanced down at myself. "Oh," I hung there for a moment longer before I answered, "It's a spell."

His brows furrowed. "How long does it last?"

"As long as I can keep it up."

Alexander glanced over me for a moment longer, before sighing and reaching for my arm. My eyes snapped towards his hand and I jerked away, my heart instinctively dropping to my stomach as my feet kicked and stumbled through empty air. I swallowed harshly.

"This feels really weird."

He only ignored me. "Don't resist, Morgana, you'll never win against me. I'm not afraid to hurt you."

I lifted my hands up tentatively, studying them a moment as a tingling fire ran over them. Then I glanced back at at Alexander, a sly smile overtaking my lips, my eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"I guess we're even then." I said lowly. "Because I'm definitely not afraid to hurt you either."

And before he had a chance to react, I thrust my hands out towards him and cried, "Expelliar!"

Alexander tumbled backwards over himself, pushed away by the sharp shove of magic. I scrambled through my memory for more of the spells in the book as Alexander recovered, shaking his wings out and shifting his shoulders.

"Aquar--" I began, but I suddenly found myself stiffly frozen in place.

Alexander approached me slowly, the draft from his wings slapping me across the face repeatedly.

"If you're powerful enough, you don't actually have to say the spell aloud." He said casually. "Just a minor pointer."

My eyes stung from the wind, my heart from the weight of failure. Alexander moved closer to me and grasped my hand, lifting me up higher into the air. My chest clenched tightly and I exhaled sharply, I could not surrender now. I closed my eyes, and relaxed as much as possible in such a situation. Then I waited, waited for the magic to flood my limbs. And as the sweet, tingling rivers of energy arose within me, I remembered, remembered the words spoken a time that seemed like ages ago.

". . . no one's ever seen power like mine before."

If I was powerful enough I could cast a spell without speaking, but only if I was powerful enough. Unluckily for Alexander, he had no clue how powerful I truly was. But, then again, I suppose, neither did I. Well now both of us were about to find out.