The Hellhound's Quest of Justice

Chapter 15: Magic's In the Air

Of all the countless books that held the history of magic in the world within her father's library. Not one could tell or even show Zatanna Zatara the symbol of the ancient Kingdom that built the world of magic today. A young sorceress like her wouldn't be able to get access to the ancient scrolls her father had read when he studied the ancient arts of magic. Zatanna sat in the dark on the sofa with only a single candle glistening in the shadows. She sighed heavily staring at the symbols found among the few things Hellhound had on her and what the League took as evidence. 

Zatanna had let Justice League work gotten into her magic acts in practice today because of a fire trick. The magic Hellhound possessed was beyond Zatanna ever felt before in this lifetime even when she lost control herself. With the amount of power she felt, a normal mage like herself could be destroyed both body and soul. Three days and nights of research since Hellhound's escape from the Watch Tower, Zatanna came up with nothing but she wouldn't stoop so low to ask John Constantine for help.

"Dammit, Bruce . . . if only Dad and his teacher were still alive-"

Zatanna gasps out loud remembering the first poster of her father when he became a magician for the entertainment act. He was only seventeen when the poster was made and given to him by his teacher who taught him magic and its secrets. Her father once told her that his teacher craved a symbol that can summon an answer to a question by one of the highest magical beings on Earth.