Dark Heart of Magic
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Once the cheers died down, the officials welcomed everyone, then started randomly calling out numbers, since the competitors would be split into four groups for the obstacle course.
Devon’s number was the first one called. He winked at me, waved to the crowd, and went over to stand beside Deah. They nodded at each other.
More numbers were called, including Blake’s, Poppy’s, Katia’s, and Vance’s, until there was only one spot left for the opening round of the obstacle course.
“Number three, Lila Merriweather!”
What was it with me always being picked last? If this kept up, I was going to develop a complex or something. But I fist-bumped Felix, waved to the crowd, and took my place at the starting line next to Devon.
“I would wish you good luck, but you don’t need it,” he said.
I grinned. “You’re right. I don’t. Eat my dust, Sinclair.”
He laughed and nudged me with his shoulder. I nudged him back, staring into his eyes—
“Well, isn’t this sweet?” a snide voice said. “You going to help your girlfriend get through the course too, Devon? I mean, you already got her into the tournament.”
Vance swaggered up next to me, the number nine pinned to his chest. He nudged me with his elbow too, but it wasn’t a friendly gesture. I nudged him back even harder, right in his stomach, making him wince.
“The only one who needs help here is you, Vance,” I snarked. “How are you going to get through the course without messing up your hair?”
Vance reached up to pat his golden locks and make sure they were slicked back into place. When he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hand and scowled at me.
Then, he noticed Katia standing on his other side, and he perked right back up again. “Hello, there,” he purred. “I don’t think we’ve met. Vance Groves, future winner of this tournament.”
“Charmed,” Katia replied in a dry tone, rolling her greenish eyes.
Vance would have kept trying to flirt with her, but the officials called us to the starting line, and we all took our places single file. I looked out over the course, the hurdles, the cold spring in the middle, the towering rope ladder at the far end of the stadium, visualizing how I would get from here to there.
An official stepped forward, drew the sword from the scabbard belted to his waist, and raised the weapon high. The crowd hushed, and we all leaned forward, trying to get every inch of advantage we could.
“For honor . . . for glory . . . for Family!”
The official dropped his sword, and the tournament was on.
The first stretch of the obstacle course was a flat, straight, mad dash, and the folks with speed Talents sprinted to the front of the pack, led by Katia. Felix was right. She was fast—faster than anyone else—and she jumped out to a big lead. Katia had already reached the hurdles before I was even halfway there. But there were plenty of obstacles up ahead to slow her and the other speedsters down.
I hit the hurdles right in the middle of the pack, which was exactly where I wanted to be. Despite Devon, Mo, and Claudia claiming that I could win the tournament, I didn’t necessarily want to. Oh, I enjoyed winning as much as the next person, but doing so would draw the unwanted attention of everyone in town, including Victor Draconi. So my plan was to do just enough to appear completely average.
But everyone else was giving it their all, including Devon, who was several feet ahead of me, along with Blake and Vance. Deah and Poppy were right on Katia’s tail, something that the other girl didn’t like, judging from the dark scowls she kept shooting over her shoulder at them, especially Deah.
All the while, the crowd cheered, yelled, and screamed, urging us to go, go, go, go! I blocked the noise out of my mind and concentrated on getting through the course.
I cleared the hurdles and sprinted over to the next section, where the competitors had to climb one of several knotted ropes twenty feet up to a platform. Katia slowed down considerably here, since she wasn’t nearly as strong as she was fast, but climbing was one of my specialties, and I was able to make up some time on her and everyone else ahead of me.
Katia, Deah, and Poppy all reached the platform at the same time, with Devon, Blake, and Vance right behind them. The girls took hold of the multiple zip lines that had been strung up and leaped off the platform, causing the crowd to cheer even louder. I got to the top of the platform just in time to see the three of them drop into the soft sand at the bottom, scramble to their feet, and start running again.
Then it was my turn.
I grabbed hold of the metal handles attached to the zip line and pushed off from the platform, the air rushing over my body. The sensation was almost as good as free-falling down a drainpipe, and a happy laugh escaped my lips. Maybe the tournament would be more fun than I’d thought.
I let go, landed in the sandpit, and rolled up onto my feet. Vance grunted as he landed beside me. I glanced at him, and he scooped up a handful of sand and flung it at my face, trying to blind me. I jerked my head to the side, barely avoiding getting the wad of sand in my eyes, although it still hit my neck and sprayed all over my body. Vance laughed, surged to his feet, and rushed over to the cold spring.
So that’s how it was going to be? Well, if Vance wanted to play dirty, I could give as good as I got.
It was so on.
I put on an extra burst of speed and leaped out as far as I could into the spring, tucking my knees up into my chest.
“Cannonball!” I yelled.
Vance’s head snapped up, and I landed right beside him.
Splash!
I went all the way under. The water was shockingly cold, and I came up shivering. But it was worth it to see Vance soaked through and through. He growled and pretended to stumble into me. Down in the water, out of sight, Vance hooked his foot around mine, trying to use his strength magic to trip me and make me plunge under the surface again.
But the instant he touched me, my transference Talent kicked in, and my body absorbed all the energy, all the power, he was using to try to take me down.
I welcomed the cold burn of magic in my veins and used the extra burst of strength to put my shoulder down and plow right through him. Vance slipped and did a face-plant into the water. I kept going, grabbed the far edge of the spring, and pulled myself up and out of the water. Behind me, I could hear Vance sputtering and cursing.
I grinned. Oh, yeah. This was fun.
After the cold spring, there were more sprints and hurdles, along with several balance beams, and then the big finale of the fifty-foot rope ladder. I made it through the other obstacles and ran over to the base of the ladder, glancing up.
Devon’s number was the first one called. He winked at me, waved to the crowd, and went over to stand beside Deah. They nodded at each other.
More numbers were called, including Blake’s, Poppy’s, Katia’s, and Vance’s, until there was only one spot left for the opening round of the obstacle course.
“Number three, Lila Merriweather!”
What was it with me always being picked last? If this kept up, I was going to develop a complex or something. But I fist-bumped Felix, waved to the crowd, and took my place at the starting line next to Devon.
“I would wish you good luck, but you don’t need it,” he said.
I grinned. “You’re right. I don’t. Eat my dust, Sinclair.”
He laughed and nudged me with his shoulder. I nudged him back, staring into his eyes—
“Well, isn’t this sweet?” a snide voice said. “You going to help your girlfriend get through the course too, Devon? I mean, you already got her into the tournament.”
Vance swaggered up next to me, the number nine pinned to his chest. He nudged me with his elbow too, but it wasn’t a friendly gesture. I nudged him back even harder, right in his stomach, making him wince.
“The only one who needs help here is you, Vance,” I snarked. “How are you going to get through the course without messing up your hair?”
Vance reached up to pat his golden locks and make sure they were slicked back into place. When he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hand and scowled at me.
Then, he noticed Katia standing on his other side, and he perked right back up again. “Hello, there,” he purred. “I don’t think we’ve met. Vance Groves, future winner of this tournament.”
“Charmed,” Katia replied in a dry tone, rolling her greenish eyes.
Vance would have kept trying to flirt with her, but the officials called us to the starting line, and we all took our places single file. I looked out over the course, the hurdles, the cold spring in the middle, the towering rope ladder at the far end of the stadium, visualizing how I would get from here to there.
An official stepped forward, drew the sword from the scabbard belted to his waist, and raised the weapon high. The crowd hushed, and we all leaned forward, trying to get every inch of advantage we could.
“For honor . . . for glory . . . for Family!”
The official dropped his sword, and the tournament was on.
The first stretch of the obstacle course was a flat, straight, mad dash, and the folks with speed Talents sprinted to the front of the pack, led by Katia. Felix was right. She was fast—faster than anyone else—and she jumped out to a big lead. Katia had already reached the hurdles before I was even halfway there. But there were plenty of obstacles up ahead to slow her and the other speedsters down.
I hit the hurdles right in the middle of the pack, which was exactly where I wanted to be. Despite Devon, Mo, and Claudia claiming that I could win the tournament, I didn’t necessarily want to. Oh, I enjoyed winning as much as the next person, but doing so would draw the unwanted attention of everyone in town, including Victor Draconi. So my plan was to do just enough to appear completely average.
But everyone else was giving it their all, including Devon, who was several feet ahead of me, along with Blake and Vance. Deah and Poppy were right on Katia’s tail, something that the other girl didn’t like, judging from the dark scowls she kept shooting over her shoulder at them, especially Deah.
All the while, the crowd cheered, yelled, and screamed, urging us to go, go, go, go! I blocked the noise out of my mind and concentrated on getting through the course.
I cleared the hurdles and sprinted over to the next section, where the competitors had to climb one of several knotted ropes twenty feet up to a platform. Katia slowed down considerably here, since she wasn’t nearly as strong as she was fast, but climbing was one of my specialties, and I was able to make up some time on her and everyone else ahead of me.
Katia, Deah, and Poppy all reached the platform at the same time, with Devon, Blake, and Vance right behind them. The girls took hold of the multiple zip lines that had been strung up and leaped off the platform, causing the crowd to cheer even louder. I got to the top of the platform just in time to see the three of them drop into the soft sand at the bottom, scramble to their feet, and start running again.
Then it was my turn.
I grabbed hold of the metal handles attached to the zip line and pushed off from the platform, the air rushing over my body. The sensation was almost as good as free-falling down a drainpipe, and a happy laugh escaped my lips. Maybe the tournament would be more fun than I’d thought.
I let go, landed in the sandpit, and rolled up onto my feet. Vance grunted as he landed beside me. I glanced at him, and he scooped up a handful of sand and flung it at my face, trying to blind me. I jerked my head to the side, barely avoiding getting the wad of sand in my eyes, although it still hit my neck and sprayed all over my body. Vance laughed, surged to his feet, and rushed over to the cold spring.
So that’s how it was going to be? Well, if Vance wanted to play dirty, I could give as good as I got.
It was so on.
I put on an extra burst of speed and leaped out as far as I could into the spring, tucking my knees up into my chest.
“Cannonball!” I yelled.
Vance’s head snapped up, and I landed right beside him.
Splash!
I went all the way under. The water was shockingly cold, and I came up shivering. But it was worth it to see Vance soaked through and through. He growled and pretended to stumble into me. Down in the water, out of sight, Vance hooked his foot around mine, trying to use his strength magic to trip me and make me plunge under the surface again.
But the instant he touched me, my transference Talent kicked in, and my body absorbed all the energy, all the power, he was using to try to take me down.
I welcomed the cold burn of magic in my veins and used the extra burst of strength to put my shoulder down and plow right through him. Vance slipped and did a face-plant into the water. I kept going, grabbed the far edge of the spring, and pulled myself up and out of the water. Behind me, I could hear Vance sputtering and cursing.
I grinned. Oh, yeah. This was fun.
After the cold spring, there were more sprints and hurdles, along with several balance beams, and then the big finale of the fifty-foot rope ladder. I made it through the other obstacles and ran over to the base of the ladder, glancing up.
