Fantasy Romance
The Planewalker stared at me. “That seemed like a lot of magic. Even for this place.”
The calificar at her side regarded me, and I suppressed a shiver. His uniform was the same as the rest, but the power he exuded warned he was so much more.
Yet Hope did not flinch from him.
“It was,” he said.
I held Hope tighter.
“We can’t,” Hope whispered. “There are good men here.”
“They are calificars.”
“I know,” Hope said. “It took me a while to believe it, too.”
I stared at her.
“They need us, Felicity. The Planewalker has returned.”
I stared at the woman who had no magic singing within her. Hope spoke the truth.
My magic swelled to almost unbearable levels.
I could take the magic from everyone in the room.
Everyone but one.
The one who was without magic.
What was this abomination?
The calificars threw themselves at me, but my magic swelled.
Hope.
My sister.
The only other who understood.
Our fingers touched.
For a moment, the world stood still.
“Stop the abominations!” a calificar knight-captain screamed.
But it was already too late.
Our magic had found each other.
And the closer I drew to Hope, the stronger it became.
Not even a dozen calificars could stand before us now.
Hope smiled when she saw me.
My sister.
She extended a hand to me.
And I reached for her.