Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 34: Magic and Alcohol

Samantha

I shouldn't have given him the book. That thing filled me with energy and magic, and now that it was gone I realized that all that power came from it. I could still do a little magic now, but nothing big.

He turned into a flash of fire and I bolted for the door. The shadows weren't attacking me, but they were running along, trying to keep up. I decided not to worry about them. I just needed to get out.

Fumbling through the darkness, I find my way to the glass double doors at the entrance. One of the shadows flew ahead of my and stood by the metal detector, waiting. I didn't think it could touch me, so I ignored it and kept running.

That was my first mistake.
The shadow grabbed me, raised me high in the air, and threw me at least 20 feet away. After fighting my sister, this didn't hurt me as much as I thought it would. I quickly got to my feet, and looked around. The shadows were taking slow steps towards me, and their bodies looked like it was shaking and vibrating with each step.

"You're lucky I have no intention of killing you. Surrender, so we can talk as equals."

Me? Surrendering? Not a chance in hell. I looked everywhere, trying to pinpoint his voice, but I just couldn't seem to find it. I know it wasn't coming from one of the shadows, they didn't make a sound.

"Why won't you kill me, huh? Isn't practicing magic without​ proper teaching outlawed? Forbidden? Don't you think that deserves punishment?"

"Oh, yes, it does." said a voice behind me.

He materialized from behind me and put me in a choke hold.
"The problem is, everyone's a little short on magic now, and we need every mage we can get."
I tried to stall him while I conjured up something I could use to defend myself. I tried to summon fire, but nothing came. Lightning, wind, earthquakes, storms, nothing would work. I doubted I could make a flower grow with the amount of power I had now.

"How can everyone be short on magic? That doesn't make sense."
I felt the hilt of a knife appear in my hand, and I held on tightly.
"Magic has weakened." The old man spoke in my ear. "We don't know how, or why, but everyone is feeling drained. Some have lost magic completely. I assumed that's what happened to you?"

I shook and wrestled to get myself free. He wouldn't budge, so lashed out with the knife and stuck him in his mouth. He screamed in pain and let go. I kicked him hard in his stomach and knocked him onto the floor.
I turned and started walking towards the door. If I ran, he could do a sneak attack and paralyze me. Or those shadows would attack again. I slowly started conjuring something similar to a knife, but much longer.

"I transferred my powers to someone else. It was the only way I could survive."
The object started to take shape, and it was a long, silver gray javelin.

The old man kept holding the side of his mouth, but stood back up. "That means you still have your full potential! Your reservoir is just empty. Let me help you." He sounded desperate, and i could see a thirsty look in his eyes. It wasn't lust, I had seen that look in men. This was greed. He wanted my powers and potential for his own. He must have lost lots of magic to be this willing to teach me.
I pointed the javelin at him, giving me plenty of distance.

"No thanks. I don't think I'll need it."
His eyes turned cold. "Isn't that what you came here for?" he snarled.
He began to shine, probably about to teleport again, so I launched the javelin as far and as hard as I could.

The  javelin struck him as soon as he vanished. Only half of it disappeared with him. The other half clattered on the floor. Then the old man appeared in front of me, a pained look on his face. He looked down, but besides a bloody​ hole on his shirt, there was nothing. The rest of the javelin was sticking out of his back, and when she stepped to the side she could see it.