Falling Kingdoms
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“You won’t fail,” her father said firmly, sheathing his sword. “Do it, Lucia. Heal him.”
She already knew she could heal a few scratches from practicing on herself. But a deeper wound from a knife or a sword like this...she wasn’t sure.
The only thing she knew for certain was that she couldn’t lose him.
Lucia concentrated all her energy on healing his wound. As the warmth of her earth magic left her hands and entered his arm with a pale glow of white light, he arched his back up off the ground as if in agony.
It almost made her stop, but she didn’t dare. She wasn’t sure if she could channel this level of magic again. Using any of her magic to its extreme—such as what she’d done with Sabina—weakened her. Her tutor believed it was because such magic was still new, and it needed time and practice to grow stronger.
Instead of pulling back for fear of hurting him more, she forced more magic through her hands and into his wound. He writhed in pain beneath her touch as her hands glowed bright white. The wound began to knit together—flesh joining, smoothing, becoming whole again.
She didn’t stop. She shifted her hands to his mangled stomach and poured her magic into the wound.
This time a harsh cry of pain escaped his throat.
She steeled herself against the sound until he was healed. After his arm, she moved her hands over his bloody face, healing the bruises and cuts there until finally he batted her hands away.
“Enough,” he snarled.
That didn’t sound like eternal gratitude for saving his life. “Did it hurt?”
He let out a snort, which could have been a pained laugh. “It burned into my bones like lava.”
“Good. Perhaps through pain you can learn a lesson not to be so reckless.”
Her sharp tone earned the full weight of his gaze. “I’ll try my best, sister. Though I’ll offer you no guarantees.”
Her eyes stung. It took her a moment to realize she was crying, which only made her angrier. “I will stab you myself if you are ever so foolish as to nearly get yourself killed again.”
His fierce expression finally eased. Her tears—infrequent as they were—tended to affect him, even when they were quarreling. “Don’t cry, Lucia. Not over me.”
“I’m not crying over you. I’m crying over this stupid war. I want it over.”
The king inspected Magnus’s bare arm and stomach, using a cloth to wipe the blood away. The wounds were completely gone. Pride unlike anything she’d ever seen before shone in his eyes. “Incredible. Just incredible. Your brother owes you his life.”
She gave Magnus a look. “My payment need only be his gratitude.”
Magnus swallowed hard, and something vulnerable slid behind his brown eyes before he looked away. “Thank you for saving my life, sister.”
The king helped Lucia to her feet. “You say you want this war over.”
“More than anything.”
“We’re at a standstill. We’ve breached the palace walls, but we can’t get any farther. King Corvin and everyone who stands in the way of this war ending quickly and easily are barricaded inside the castle and they refuse to surrender.”
“So break down the door,” Magnus said, pushing himself up from the bloody ground. His face was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. While she’d healed his wounds, it would still take him a while to recover completely.
“We would if we could. But the door is infused with a protection spell. It can’t be broken...not by normal means.”
“A protection spell,” Lucia said with surprise. “From a witch?”
“Yes.”
Anger toward the king’s mounting deceptions sparked within her. “So this is why you brought me here. Because you already knew about this. Why didn’t you tell me until now?”
“Because I wasn’t sure if what I’d been told was true until we had access to the door itself. The witch said to have cast the spell was brought before me to answer questions. She wasn’t very much help.”
“Where is she now?” Magnus asked.
“Gone.”
“You let her go?” Magnus said, disbelief coating his words. “Or did you kill her?”
The king gave him a thin smile. “She was one who conspired with my enemy. She could help him now. She would not switch allegiances. Her death was swifter than she deserved.”
A shiver went down Lucia’s arms. The king returned his attention to Lucia, his harsh expression shifting to one of caring and concern. He took her hands gently in his. “I need your magic to break through that spell.”
She glanced toward her brother for some sort of guidance. It was an old habit.
Magnus caught her worried look. “It sounds dangerous.”
“Not for my daughter,” the king said. “She isn’t just a witch; she’s a sorceress with an endless supply of powerful magic at her fingertips.”
“Are you absolutely certain of that?” Magnus said, his words clipped. “If you’re wrong—”
“I’m not wrong,” the king said firmly.
“Of course I’ll help you, Father,” Lucia said. “For Limeros.”
Seeing Magnus nearly killed in this battle made her want it to be over, no matter what it took to make that happen. All she wanted was to go home again as soon as possible. The king squeezed her hands and smiled at her. “Thank you. Thank you, my beautiful daughter.”
She already knew she could heal a few scratches from practicing on herself. But a deeper wound from a knife or a sword like this...she wasn’t sure.
The only thing she knew for certain was that she couldn’t lose him.
Lucia concentrated all her energy on healing his wound. As the warmth of her earth magic left her hands and entered his arm with a pale glow of white light, he arched his back up off the ground as if in agony.
It almost made her stop, but she didn’t dare. She wasn’t sure if she could channel this level of magic again. Using any of her magic to its extreme—such as what she’d done with Sabina—weakened her. Her tutor believed it was because such magic was still new, and it needed time and practice to grow stronger.
Instead of pulling back for fear of hurting him more, she forced more magic through her hands and into his wound. He writhed in pain beneath her touch as her hands glowed bright white. The wound began to knit together—flesh joining, smoothing, becoming whole again.
She didn’t stop. She shifted her hands to his mangled stomach and poured her magic into the wound.
This time a harsh cry of pain escaped his throat.
She steeled herself against the sound until he was healed. After his arm, she moved her hands over his bloody face, healing the bruises and cuts there until finally he batted her hands away.
“Enough,” he snarled.
That didn’t sound like eternal gratitude for saving his life. “Did it hurt?”
He let out a snort, which could have been a pained laugh. “It burned into my bones like lava.”
“Good. Perhaps through pain you can learn a lesson not to be so reckless.”
Her sharp tone earned the full weight of his gaze. “I’ll try my best, sister. Though I’ll offer you no guarantees.”
Her eyes stung. It took her a moment to realize she was crying, which only made her angrier. “I will stab you myself if you are ever so foolish as to nearly get yourself killed again.”
His fierce expression finally eased. Her tears—infrequent as they were—tended to affect him, even when they were quarreling. “Don’t cry, Lucia. Not over me.”
“I’m not crying over you. I’m crying over this stupid war. I want it over.”
The king inspected Magnus’s bare arm and stomach, using a cloth to wipe the blood away. The wounds were completely gone. Pride unlike anything she’d ever seen before shone in his eyes. “Incredible. Just incredible. Your brother owes you his life.”
She gave Magnus a look. “My payment need only be his gratitude.”
Magnus swallowed hard, and something vulnerable slid behind his brown eyes before he looked away. “Thank you for saving my life, sister.”
The king helped Lucia to her feet. “You say you want this war over.”
“More than anything.”
“We’re at a standstill. We’ve breached the palace walls, but we can’t get any farther. King Corvin and everyone who stands in the way of this war ending quickly and easily are barricaded inside the castle and they refuse to surrender.”
“So break down the door,” Magnus said, pushing himself up from the bloody ground. His face was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. While she’d healed his wounds, it would still take him a while to recover completely.
“We would if we could. But the door is infused with a protection spell. It can’t be broken...not by normal means.”
“A protection spell,” Lucia said with surprise. “From a witch?”
“Yes.”
Anger toward the king’s mounting deceptions sparked within her. “So this is why you brought me here. Because you already knew about this. Why didn’t you tell me until now?”
“Because I wasn’t sure if what I’d been told was true until we had access to the door itself. The witch said to have cast the spell was brought before me to answer questions. She wasn’t very much help.”
“Where is she now?” Magnus asked.
“Gone.”
“You let her go?” Magnus said, disbelief coating his words. “Or did you kill her?”
The king gave him a thin smile. “She was one who conspired with my enemy. She could help him now. She would not switch allegiances. Her death was swifter than she deserved.”
A shiver went down Lucia’s arms. The king returned his attention to Lucia, his harsh expression shifting to one of caring and concern. He took her hands gently in his. “I need your magic to break through that spell.”
She glanced toward her brother for some sort of guidance. It was an old habit.
Magnus caught her worried look. “It sounds dangerous.”
“Not for my daughter,” the king said. “She isn’t just a witch; she’s a sorceress with an endless supply of powerful magic at her fingertips.”
“Are you absolutely certain of that?” Magnus said, his words clipped. “If you’re wrong—”
“I’m not wrong,” the king said firmly.
“Of course I’ll help you, Father,” Lucia said. “For Limeros.”
Seeing Magnus nearly killed in this battle made her want it to be over, no matter what it took to make that happen. All she wanted was to go home again as soon as possible. The king squeezed her hands and smiled at her. “Thank you. Thank you, my beautiful daughter.”
