Part 27 (2/2)

He disappeared through the door to our left as Sip and I made our way into the living room. We sat in front of the fire, figuring that we might as well be warm while we worked.

Sip grabbed a book from one of the side tables and started to flip through it, while I closed my eyes and tried to relax, checking for the interconnected stream of magic that told me the Power of Five was present.

Wow, I whispered. My eyes were still closed and I could feel my ring pulse, but this place was different somehow. The elemental power I felt was warm and familiar, almost like it was home.

Sip might have said something or she might have kept quiet, but I didnt know, because at that point I wasnt paying attention. Instead, I took a deep breath and forced myself to focus. I could ask this woman what the meaning of the magic was later, after I had done the strengthening.

I reached to my right, sticking my hand right into the fire. It was another trick I had learned, as a fire elemental. I couldnt even feel the flames. When I wanted the warmth of the fire I could have it, but that isnt what I was after now. I wanted its power.

Its getting colder in here. Sips voice sounded different now as my magical self streamed through me, intent on joining the other Powers of the Five.

It looked like Professor Earls had already strengthened the other layers, making them into pulsing colors of strength, while the elemental thread was a dull brown, dead for many years now.

I reached out to touch it with my magic, prepared for the p.r.i.c.k and the need to ask permission to let my own new magic flow.

But there was no permission needed. I felt no p.r.i.c.k. The thread just burst to life before my eyes. It stretched to envelop the other threads, to connect with them and form an impenetrable wall.

I can feel it, said Sip, as I slowly started to come out of my magic. I had learned that murmuring helped the spells along. Spoken spells were considered lesser, because you might not have time to say the words, or worse, you might not be able to, but in this case it gave the magic added strength. When I wasnt under attack, I liked to say the spells. Somehow it made me feel closer to my elemental essence.

Come on, said Sip, as I opened my eyes. She closed the book with a thud and placed it next to the once-again roaring fireplace. Lets go eat.

I was instantly glad I had agreed to stay for dinner. First, I was famished. I hadnt eaten before we left; Id been too excited about leaving. Second, it smelled delicious.

Are you two coming? Professor Earls voice called out.

Yup, said Sip, nearly skipping. I followed at a more leisurely pace, still trying to examine the magic I had just put into place.

The kitchen was far smaller than the living room, and it felt like mere luck that all four of us managed to fit in there. As we entered, Sip clapped a hand over her mouth, and I immediately saw why. Professor Earls already had Lough in an ap.r.o.n, and it was pink. There was white and blue trim, but it was more like something Dacer would have worn, it was definitely not something I ever thought Id see on Lough. Lough ignored our reaction and kept right on setting the table.

The stove was merrily piping along, and something was boiling on top of it.

Wonderful, Sip cried. It smells delicious.

Professor Earls beamed. Stew, she said. Lucs mother always thought I had the best taste in food. They loved to have dinners at my old house.

Not this house?

She shook her head. I moved here a few years ago. Her eyes darkened. Well, five, nearly six, to be exact.

Lough glanced at me. Im starving, and this is just the half of it. Its not even dessert.

Dessert, she said, is cookies.

See? said Lough delightedly. I love this place.

He glanced at me, seeing that I was not as amused as he was. How could I laugh at a time like this? It was different for him. He had grown up with his parents. He could still Contact them and hug them.

I was staring at Professor Earls. I stopped when she noticed, but it was too late.

You have questions, she said. Ill be honest. Dacer knew nothing of why I wanted you to visit. I refused to tell him, which drove him crazy. His mother knew, of course, since I tell her everything; we are old confidants. But some things really are for your ears alone.

Sip and Lough can hear anything you have to tell me, I said. I actually didnt think I could bear to hear what she had to say without my friends there to support me, but I didnt bother saying that out loud.

Professor Earls nodded and started to carry a steaming hot pot over to the small kitchen table. Sip rushed forward to help her, and received a nod of thanks from our hostess.

Good, she said. Its a long story and I need to sit down. Besides, your friends are hungry, and I would hate to keep them from their dinner.

The table was handmade and st.u.r.dy, but well used. Four chairs barely fit around it. Lough had done a nice job of setting it, and once the platters and pots of food were added there was no room for anything more. I took a deep breath and sat.

This smells wonderful, said Sip, trying to break the tension.

Lough and I agreed, but all of a sudden I didnt have much of an appet.i.te, since I was now far too curious about the story Professor Earls had promised to tell. My appet.i.te brightened up a bit when I smelled the vegetable soup; the aroma almost set me at ease.

Almost.

All the veggies are homegrown, of course, said Professor Earls, smiling a little. I do love cooking for friends.

We arent friends, I said. Were Dacers pupils. Id really appreciate it if you started telling that story.

Very well, she said. She wasnt angry with my strong words, but Sip was offended on her behalf.

You cant talk to her like that, my friend cried.

I sensed elemental magic, I said hotly.

Yes, well, it is the Power of Five, said Sip.

It recognized me, I said, glaring. It knew me. It was like coming home.

Professor Earls eyes shone. I was hoping that would happen.

Why? I demanded. I stood up, pus.h.i.+ng my chair back so that it dragged on the floor. If you dont answer me, I said as my ring started to pulse, Ill make you answer.

Sip and Lough both looked at me in surprise, but I just tossed my head defiantly, even though I was terrified by the thought that Id finally get the answers to the questions I sought. What would they mean when I got them?

Charlotte, Sip gasped.

No, I said. This is too important. This is my family. My mom and my dad. I demand answers.

I am planning on giving them to you, said Professor Earls, not the least bit fazed by my answer. I never would have pestered Dacer to bring you here if I hadnt been prepared to explain why I wanted you and what I know.

What do you know? I said, still not calming down.

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