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They portray the Primordial Explosion: when aether exploded in the emptiness of time and space, forming the Heavens, the Abyss, and Imyria—the mortal plane of existence. Throughout my first year at the Arcanium, my tutors insisted on drilling the origins of the universe over and over during our classes, even though every child from magi families can already recite the tale by heart.
“Reyna,” he whispers into my ear, his lower lip grazing my lobe as he speaks, “have you cast an enchantment over me? Because you look far too bewitching.” His arm wraps more tightly around my waist, and with his spare hand, he sweeps a strand of dark hair from my face. My skin tingles as his fingers brush my cheek.
He wears an innocent expression on that captivating face of his. Now I wish I’d slapped him harder, even if it risks inciting Erma’s wrath. “I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.” “It’s my birthday—my eighteenth birthday! I can’t believe you!” “Oh yes,” he says, “of course it is. How could I forget something as important as that?” “I knew it all along!” I jab my index finger into his chest, but it hurts me more than him. “You really do care more about those books of yours than you care about—” He silences my accusation with a chaste kiss. It might have tasted sweet if I weren’t
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Arluin follows my gaze, squinting at the darkness. When I look back, the silhouette is gone. “There’s nothing there.” “But I saw someone—something.” Arluin pulls me in and kisses the top of my head. Even the caress of his lips doesn’t banish the uneasiness crawling across my skin. “You must be imagining things. Don’t tell me you’ve already started drinking.”
“Surprise!” The crystalline lights switch on, revealing the faces of everyone I hold dear. My mother and father both stand there, as do Eliya and the rest of my extended family. All of them are crowded into The Violet Tree’s front room. Aether dust sprinkles over me. I’m so astonished I don’t look to see who it comes from. “I . . . I thought no one wanted to spend my birthday with me.”
But long ago, our shelves would have been filled with grimoires of forbidden magic. Over a thousand years ago, when Nolderan was first established, the original magi hadn’t shied away from practicing dark magic. That was until the Lich Lord arose, a former Archmage of Knowledge. His quest to eradicate all life from Imyria almost succeeded. Since then, Nolderan has strictly forbidden all forms of dark magic.
This is how you get people doing powerful stuff without any of the warnings...stupidity is what this is🙄😤
It’s a rumbling. No, a growling. And it doesn’t sound like it comes from only one being. My pulse quickens. “Please,” I beg him. “Please let’s just go.” “There’s something down here.” “I know. That’s why we’ll immediately report it to my father. We’re adepts, not magi. We should let those who are more experienced deal with this.” But he only ventures farther into the sewers, the floating orb illuminating his path.
At first, I don’t know how to respond. This is his fault. If we hadn’t come down here, we wouldn’t be captured by Heston. But I’m also to blame. I knew what a stupid idea it was, yet I followed him all the same. I should have immediately teleported myself back to the Arcanium. I should have left him. Nothing awful would have happened to him. Heston would never hurt his own son.
“Fine, fine,” Eliya says, waving her hand dismissively. “Let’s go home and miss out on the enormous shipment of moon-blossom wine my uncle just received this evening.” “Moon-blossom wine?” “Mm,” she says and pulls me along the road. “Doesn’t matter now though, since we’re going home.” “Wait.” I tug my arm from her grasp, and she comes to a stop. “Has he really got loads of moon-blossom wine?” “That’s what I just said. An enormous shipment of moon-blossom arrived earlier this evening, and we’re going to miss out on it. Think about all the aether swirling inside every sweet, sweet drop. Drinking
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