The moment she began to work, he felt the difference in her. She seemed powerful. Mage. She had come to terms with that part of her and she welcomed it now. Drew on her heritage, her bloodline, where before she had tried to forget she was related to Xavier, the hated and feared criminal who had nearly single-handedly brought down the Carpathian race.
I call upon my blood.
I am born of mage and dragon, no more shall I hide.
I call to you, Mother, bring forth to me the records of encoded light.
Show me the past, as I live in the present.
Let me view the future as you aid me in the now.
I know your words,
I hear your thoughts,
I feel your heart,
I know your intent.
You cannot hide.
I am both mage and Dragonseeker.
The silver obeyed her as it had done on two previous occasions, but this time much faster, as if now it recognized a master of elements and minerals. She finished with the silver tracers, driving them from his burning belly back to the hooks in his hips. She closed those off and moved downward, following the thin, deadly silver to his thighs, pushing it back so that he felt it burning through his pores, and down his leg as it rolled off of him to the ground below.
I call to you, Mother, absorb that which is deadly,
Aid me in this time of healing,