His Sword and Her Magic (Book Two Of the Fae Series)

Chapter Twenty-nine

Apollo Pov:

My parents had left the meeting room leaving Ari and I alone. I pushed open the first page of the books, a little sigh leaving my lips. There was a name there, a messy signature. Ari blinked at it, brushing her fingers across it.

"My grandfather's name." She said softly. I flipped to the next page. Table of contents. I wanted to read through the entire book, but the first chapter talked about magic basics. Something I had read a millions times and still don't really understand. Reading it in another language wasn't going to change that. I flipped the page.

"Magic Basics, chapter one. One's amount of power comes from within. Every faery has an allotted amount of power they can tap in to. We refer to this as a... wait, what does that word translate to?" I asked, pointing to the word. Ari frowned slightly.

"It doesn't translate. Its meaning doesn't match any words in your language. You guys call it a well, right? Just go with that then. Your pronounciations are good, but you read slowly." She complained. I gave her a look.

"I am trying, okay? I know at least five languages fluently, but I chose to research this one. Its hard to learn." I muttered. She pat my shoulder.

"Continue."

"Whatever. We refer to this as a well. For basic magic like teleporting an item to you or creating a magic closet, you have to dip your toe into the water and only use that much." I read. I could understand that much, but that didn't mean I could control my magic enough for just a few drops of it. "Ari, can you use basic magic?" I asked her. She nodded, holding out her hand. A moment later and a bracelet appeared around her wrist that I had seen on her dresser.

"You can't?" She guessed. I pursed my lips slightly, just daring her to say something like 'its easy' or 'its not that difficult.' Her lip twitched, as if she was resisting a smile. "So you can create lightning, but basic magic is a no?" She asked.

"Lightning is my element. Its hard to control, but I don't have to use a tiny drop of my magic to do it. I use a lot, which is easier." I explained. She gave me a look.

"Close your eyes." She said, lifting her hands and pressing them to my cheeks. I was tempted to snarl at her, but a scowl sufficed as I did as I was told. Then she sent me how it felt to grab only a pinch of magic from within. It was odd, but simplier than a words. She pulled her hands back, pulling off her bracelet and sliding it across the table. "Now just concentrate on the bracelet appearing in your hand." She said.

I sighed, put held out my hand. I remembered the feeling she had sent me, attempting to imitate it. The bracelet appearing in my hand. My finger tips brushed the golden water in my well of power, then I felt a heavy weight on my hand.

"I did it." I said softly. She smirked, snatching her bracelet from my palm and pulling it on her wrist.

"Yep. I am an excellant teacher." She said. "Now try to bring something to you thats not in this room. You have to know where it is and what it looks like to call it." She added. I held my hand out again.

"Okay." I replied. I thought of the little note that still sat on the dresser. The one I had left for Oliver that first day, or first morning. The slightly crinkled paper with my neat, slightly curly, hand writing on it. I touched the golsen water again, the note landing in my hand.

"Lame." Ari replied. "Now send it back." I pursed my lips. I imagined the dresser, but then I thought of Oliver. The basic magic hardly used up any power. I licked my lips, a notebook and pencil falling into my hands. "You gunna write a cheesey note for your mate?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Duh."

"You know, everyone says your mean, but You're just a little flower, aren't you?" She teased, flicking the feather earing hanginfg from my ear. I snarled at her, snapping my teeth.

"Wanna go?" I asked her. She showed me her teeth as well.

"Lets go. I dare you."

Then we were wrestling again. I managed to pin her again, but it was more difficult than it had been this morning.

"We really should spar with our swords later." She said once I let her go. I nodded in agreement. The little, harmless, matches we had let some of my energy out, but a real spar, one where I would panting and swore afterwards, was what I really needed.

"We should. We have to patrol in an hour. Afterwards?" I suggested, sitting on my chair again. She nodded.

"I'll beat you this time." She promised. I smirked

"You can try," I replied. Then I returned to my note, writing it before folding it up. I pictured my mate's palm before sending the paper there.

Unknown Pov:

He stood tall compared to his follows, his magical sword held in front of him as he polished the odd yellow metal. He licked his lip, the slight scar in the corner the reaches up to the corner of his eyes a token from his last battle. It didn't matter what he looked like, as long as he was strong enough to kill the faeries guarding the human village and wipe the human race from the planet.

As much as he wanted the rest of the faeries to go, he would lose far too many allies. As a half fae and half werewolf, one of the last, he needed as many allies as he could have  the male lifted a thick piece of paper, running it across the blade. It was easily cut, smirk rising to his lips.

Apollo. Someone strong and powerful, but he was kind. A long time ago he had met the sun court prince, when the child was only three. For years he had visited the curious little boy and trained him, but then that witch, Kane, just had to make Apollo forget all about it. A little prince shouldn't associate with a savage halfling thst murdered thousands. You'd think mother nature wouldn't be biased, but she was.

He would take the boy back. Even if that meant killing mother nature herself.