The Fowler's Daughter

Ch 14: Entirely Different Books

Lennox POV:

I ran a hand over my face, utterly astounded, "that bland woman."

Alouette Fowler, that utterly average girl, has the glitter of magic in her blood.

Its such a small amount, likely due to generations of breeding with humans, but there was something there, something that one of the darkest curses in these lands did not want to harm.

The forest was attracted to Alouette for whatever is in her lineage. Its magic seeking whatever is in her blood.

The question is what. What magical being is she connected to? There is so little magic flowing through her the glimmer so soft it was impossible to tell from the sample alone. I would likely need all the blood in her willowy body to maybe discover the origins of her being.

And I had long stopped killing mortals.

There is no challenge in killing something so weak.

Besides it did not serve a purpose as it once did.

I set the blood over the flame once more, watching the colors glimmer as it boiled.

"She will not be pleased to know she holds magi."

It is quite obvious she detests it.

Lords, she is likely going to make another mess.

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"I what?" She gazed at me with her too wide eyes.

"Have magic in your blood, likely from long ago." I flipped open my notes on her, "you may not have had sexual relations with magical being but someone in your bloodline certainly did generations ago likely. What type of being I am unsure."

"And thats why the forest didn't kill me?"

"That is my current hypothesis yes."

She cocked her head to the side, wild mess of hair falling from her shoulders, "so magical beings can pass through? Why have we not seen more?"

"No. It kills most magical beings, allowing some to reside in the woods but never in the town."

"But...not me?"

"Not you."

The willow girl stood, hugging herself, "then whatever you think is in my blood means nothing, I am not a magical being."

I nearly rolled my eyes, "I can assure you there is nothing magical about you miss Fowler. Even if it runs in your blood, it is not enough to give you greatnesses."

"But you think it's enough to protect me from a murderous curse?"

"Yes."

"That seems like a stretch."

I frowned, "it is not."

"It is though." She stood in front of me hands on her hips chin tilted haughtily. "You ate stumped so you are grasping and straw trying to make a doll of what little you catch."