Shadowborn Academy_ Year One (Dark Fae Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,75
doing with them?”
Greyhorm barely even looks at us, his attention somehow drifting over our heads to the pods. A slow, sickening snarl lifs the edge of his lips. “How else do you become a god, little shadowborn?” He lifts his swords into the air at his side, twirling them around with faultless ease. “You steal the power you need and make yourself one. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
In the blink of an eye, blue power shoots out of the pods and into the swords in his hands like lightning rods. The power smothers Professor Greyhorn, no doubt charging him up like a fucking battery. Zander must realise the same thing, as he runs at Professor Greyhron and I quickly cast a spell to lend my power to Zander. I draw five circles within each other as quick as I can and push the circles towards Zander. I gasp as I feel the draw and I can hardly stand up as Zander borrows my power, draining me but growing stronger with every droplet.
He hits Professor Greyhron like a rock smashing into the sea, both of them blasting a mixture of blue and purple magic everywhere. The dark energy hits me in the stomach and shoot backwards into the air, rolling to a stop on my side. I look up just as Zander blocks every single one of the professor’s sword hits with his daggers, which are no doubt enchanted in some kind of way. But Greyhorn is stronger, much stronger than I ever anticipated. With every blow that he delivers, he appears to be growing stronger. The veins in his face are pulsing with the sapphire magic, crawling around his features like long twisted spider legs.
Thankfully, Gage and Jonah come rushing over and join Zander to help win this fight. Watching the three of them battle with dark magic and weapons is truly inspiring, and I’m captivated as I crawl to my feet, sand sticking to my hands. I smile as Zander knocks a sword from Greyhorn’s hand and stabs his shoulder in the same move. Jonah wrestles with the other sword, using dark magic to hold the professor’s entire arm down to the ground.
“LET ME GO!” Greyhron bellows from the top of his lungs.
Jonah merely laughs, and then his face darkens with venom. “Why did you take Jane? Why the fuck did you hurt my sister? Your own niece!”
“Give me your dagger,” Gage asks Zander, and they both stare at each other for a moment that feels like an eternity.
Eventually, Zander nods and I slowly walk over, stopping a little distance away. I feel helpless just standing here but it doesn’t feel right to intervene. I’ve always hated Greyhorn, but this battle belongs more to Jonah and Gage than anyone else.
Gage stands over his father and presses the tip of his dagger over his father’s heart. “I remember my mother well enough to know she loved you, and because of that, I tried to find good in your heart even when there isn’t any. What you’ve done here will be remembered, but not because people will see you as a god. No, they will see you as another monster that the Enchanted Forest can forget.”
“Son, wait… listen to me—”
Gage presses down and stabs the dagger through his father’s beating chest.
Greyhorn’s mouth drops open, his eyes largen in their sockets, never leaving Gage’s face, and the veins in his face start to throb and his body convulses. The guys all step back just as he explodes into a cloud blue dust that flickers ever so softly before falling dead to the ground. The light from the pods all but disappears, too, leaving us in violet shadows from the crystals in here.
“You okay, my lady?” Zander whispers the words.
I open my mouth to reply, but there’s a strange blast of light, and a sharp pain stabs me in the stomach. I look down, not believing my eyes as I see the dagger Professor Greyhorn was killed with embedded in my stomach. Blood oozes out and the floor and walls around me start to sway. I look into the eyes of my betrayer, and it only hurts even more. Ronan Fairweather, my friend, stares back at me with a burning hatred in his eyes I’ve never seen there before. He smiles like he’s just hit the bullseye. I suppose he did. I just didn’t know I was the target.
“Why?” I manage to choke out, falling to my knees, my vision blurring. “Why,