Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign - By Phillip Jones Page 0,96

pregnancy with the elven, witch family, Rolfe.

The Pool of Sorrow

George and Kepler were waiting. It would take the rest of this Peak, and most of the next, before Kepler’s summons for help to remove the boulder from beneath the tree would be answered. One of the dead Saber Lord’s relatives was sent north into the Dark Forest to fetch help from a giant ogre named Kroger.

Angels Village

Helga walked through the door of Shalee’s room, unannounced, to get her student moving for the Peak. The elder woman caught the young sorceress-in-training using her staff to command smaller successes and then enjoying the satisfaction.

Shalee was in the middle of one of her pleasurable, tear-filled moments when Helga barged in.

The older woman laughed. As a young sorceress-in-training herself, she did something similar—only she had been smart enough to lock the door.

Embarrassed by the intrusion, Shalee jumped out of bed. Her face was damp from the tears, and she tried to hide her embarrassment behind a pillow.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” Shalee snapped. “It’s not ladylike to be barging in on someone like that.”

Helga fell to the empty bed, laughing. She tried to answer, but could not.

“Very funny,” the younger woman said, turning away to hide a smile. “I bet you did the same thing, and you know exactly what I was up to. You can’t blame me. Precious has given me plenty of happy thoughts. This staff is my new definition of goodness-gracious.”

“Oh, Child, Child, Child, you don’t have to tell me. I didn’t leave my room for Peaks when I began training. My teacher was displeased, to say the least.”

The women laughed, and the moment of embarrassment vanished, replaced with a perfect period of bonding as Shalee taught Helga how to give a high-five.

“My friends and little old me, gave each other high-fives back on Earth when something felt special or funny. I think you and I will be good together. Besides, I could really use a friend right now. I’ve cried so much since learning my loved ones have passed. I wish the pain would go away.”

Helga was sympathetic. “Oh, Child, I love the idea of being your friend. Anything I can do to ease your pain, I will. I know what it’s like to lose a loved one. Pain like that should not be suffered alone.” Helga lifted her hand and gave her new best friend another high-five to seal the bond. “Shall we speak of other things to get your mind off the torture?”

Shalee nodded. “So ... now that I’ve had my first failure, the rest should be smooth sailing, right?”

“Let’s hope that’s the case, Child. We best get going. I have a few lessons planned, and we need to get to them. I hope you don’t fail again. I would hate for you to break your other arm and not be able to practice.”

“You know it, girl,” Shalee said with sass as she threw up her good hand for another high-five. Both women enjoyed the moment, and then Shalee changed her clothes before they headed out.

Once they arrived at Helga’s school, Shalee was anxious to get started. She was amazed at the healing properties of the mud that had been used under her bandages. Even though she had broken her arm only the night before, she could already tell that the moments necessary to move past the injury would be minimal.

Helga removed a few of the mattresses from the center of the padded room and replaced them with four, large buckets of water. Turning to Shalee, she said, “This exercise is similar to last night’s, but during this series of moments, I want you to manipulate water in different ways, but don’t even bother asking to combine words, Child.”

Shalee smiled. She looked at the four buckets, and after a bit, she queried, “What’s the Elven word for water?”

The older sorceress answered, figuring it was an expected request, but Shalee had other ideas. Her pride shone through as she raised her staff and shouted, “Precious, nem coa!”

Helga looked at her student and then quickly threw up a wall of force to protect them. Shalee had fooled her teacher by combining the elven word for “life,” coa, with the word for “water,” nem. All Helga could do was wait for the outcome and hope for the best.

Apprehensively, the duo watched as the water lifted into the air and transformed into a shimmering image of a falcon. The detail the command retrieved from Shalee’s mind when creating the bird was

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