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38
Raven
The room vibratedwith magic and we hadn’t even started yet. Whatever the silver object was sitting on the floor in front of me, it was powerful.
“You’ll channel all of your magic through me, but aimed at the urn,” Professor Halifax said.
“Urn?” I asked, feeling a wave of nausea. It was bad enough that I was doing magic with someone who stole my own parent’s magic before killing them. Adding in that I was focusing my magic on a container housing a dead person?
“It’s empty,” Professor Halifax said.
“It doesn’t have to be empty,” Leanna said. “It’s not too late for me to steal her magic.”
“No,” Professor Halifax said. “We don’t know when we’ll find another time magic user.”
This whole thing is because of the type of magic I have. Why couldn’t I be a normal mage? A fire elemental or air elemental would be just fine with me.
There was no changing that now, though. All I had to do was help them open this portal, then I could push their asses in and let the magic fade, locking them in there. I knew opening a portal to the fae realm was illegal, but so was just about everything I could do. And at least this was useful. We’d all be better off with these two gone. “Can we get this over with?”
“Remember what I taught you,” Professor Halifax said. “Focus on connecting your magic with the two of us. Just like you did with your mates. You send your magic though me as they did with you. Get it through me, to the urn. I’ll worry about the spell to open the portal.”
That made me feel better. At least I wasn’t technically opening the portal, I was just an accessory to the crime. “I’m ready when you are.”
She positioned herself between me and Leanna, which was good because if Leanna let one more comment slip, I might just risk it all to get in a good punch.
The urn vibrated more, rattling against the floor. It looked like it was about to explode. I winced, tensing as I turned sideways to position my back toward the unstable looking silver object.
“It’s time,” Professor Halifax said. “Through me, to the urn.”
I took a deep breath and did as she commanded, sending my magic out in a rush, focusing on going through her toward the urn. I felt it flowing through me like water running down pipes. It was almost like it was draining from me and pouring into her.
Exhaustion seeped in, as if to my very bones. I had never felt my magic depleted so quickly.
“Hang on, a little more,” Professor Halifax said.
In front of us, light exploded out of the urn as if someone turned on a flash bomb but the light didn’t fade. It glowed blindingly bright. I had to look away, squinting at my feet instead of looking at the urn.
Something sizzled and I could smell smoke and the familiar electric charge of my own magic.
The light stopped and so did my magic. I fell to my knees, feeling like I’d been squeezed of everything I had. Panting and sweaty I looked up at Professor Halifax. She was still looking straight ahead, unconcerned by the fact that I was a crumpled mess on the floor.
I looked back over at the urn and fell down on my ass, shocked as I blinked at the sight in front of me. There was a doorway coming out of the urn. An actual fucking doorway.
An arched opening the same size as a normal door glowed brightly. The urn right in the center. I could see trees and sunshine and fields of grass beyond the portal opening.
It was like staring outside.
A breeze blew in through the door, cooling my hot forehead and sending strands of hair whipping around my face.
We’d done it. We actually opened a portal to the fae realm.
It was achingly beautiful. I crawled toward the opening, feeling a pull to it.
“It’s your home too,” Professor Halifax said. “You feel it, don’t you? She’s calling us all.”
“I do feel it,” I said.
“That’s what I’ve been feeling since I left. You’d have done it too if it was the only way home,” she said.
