Blood Prophecy: Kallen's Tale by Bonnie Lamer Read Free Book Online

Witch’s eyes shift to
me briefly.  “If Kallen hadn’t taught her to use her Fairy magic, she may not
have survived.”  Now, I believe my eyes are about to pop out.  I did not think
that she would say anything that sounded complimentary towards me.  Maybe I
misjudged her.
    The Angel looks at me with a
new understanding dawning in her eyes.  Perhaps she is seeing me in a different
light.  “You must have taken quite a risk coming here to fight against your own
kind.”
    My mistake.  She was simply
thinking of yet another way to insult me.  “It was the Pooka who came to this
realm to do harm.  They are neither my kin nor my kind,” I reply, wanting to
say so much more.
    Like mother like daughter, and
now the Angel looks embarrassed.  “Of course.  I apologize for not
distinguishing between you being a Sheehogue Fairy rather than a Pooka.”  What
is her deal with Fairies?  To the best of my knowledge, there has never been a
disagreement between the Sheehogue and the Angels.
    Turning away from me, she
says to Xandra, “You have not used any type of spell?”
    Xandra shakes her head.  “No. 
Unless you count combining my saka with Mom to make a mana.”  The obnoxious
words the Witches use for magic cause her to stutter a little.  “But Mom worked
the actual spell and had Aunt Barb mix the plants for the salve.”
    “I believe you mean using
your mana to create a saka,” the Angel corrects her.
    Xandra rolls her eyes,
making me smile.  “Can we just call it magic like the Fairies do?  It’s a lot
less confusing that way.”  Finally.  That really needed to be said.
    The Angel nods.  “That is an
excellent suggestion.”  Angels refer to magic as magic, as well as Fairies.  I
did not think she would argue.
    The Witch spirit speaks up. 
“When we combined our mana…I mean magic, to heal Kallen from a wound created by
iron, I was not a strong enough vessel to channel her magic.  Once it was
focused on his wound, I had to let go.”
    The Angel is confused.  “What
do you mean by not a strong enough vessel?”
    I will try to word this so
she will understand, since I have way too much actual experience with it.  “Her
magic burns hot and fast, and she draws more magic than any other magical being
I have come across.  It cannot be channeled by another without causing physical
harm.  It feels like being burned from the inside out, and it is impossible to
contain it if she loses control.”  I glance sideways at Xandra as vivid
memories run through my blood.  She gives me a sheepish look in return.
    “She healed his wound almost
instantly,” the Witch spirit adds.
    The Angel’s eyes fly back to
me.  “Healed?  Completely?  I’ve never heard of such a thing; iron does massive
internal damage to a Fairy.  How is that possible?”  Well, it makes a lot more
sense now that I know that Xandra is part Angel.  Her grandmother’s eyes find
mine as my understanding is mirrored with hers.  Only Angels can heal
instantly.
    Xandra shrugs in
discomfort.  She is beginning to understand how rare an ability this is.  “I
just did what Mom told me to do.  I visualized his wound healing.  And then it
healed.”
    The Angel shakes her head.  “Unbelievable. 
You are certainly a remarkable young woman.”  She pats the spot next to her on
the couch.  “Please, join me and I will explain what I’ve brought with me.”  I
can understand why she wants to move on to a different subject.  This one is
hitting too close to home.
    I lean my shoulder against
the wall and cross my ankles.  This should be amusing to watch.  Xandra looks
over the stuff her grandmother has brought with her, and she has no clue what
any of it is.  Finally, she looks at me with a question in her eyes. 
    I know what she is asking.  “It’s
all defensive magic,” I say.
    “Xandra, give your
grandmother a chance, please,” her mother rebukes gently.  I would like to
gently rebuke her for her for how she