Please welcome Author Mireille Chester onto the Road to Hell. Mireille is the author
of A Witteck’s Dream. Other books written by Mireille are The
Chosen One Trilogy, Chael’s Luck, Tyler’s Story, and Angered Seasons.
Now, it’s time to create a little hell and get to the good
stuff by revealing all of Mireille’s wicked secrets
while on the Road to Hell. LOL Yeah, you
wish! ;-D
Grab your favorite drink, sink your teeth into something
decadent, sit back, relax and enjoy getting to know Mireille Chester…
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GRACEN: Tell me three
things about yourself that we cannot find on the internet or in your bio?
Mi: Ummmm, I’ve owned
a pot-bellied pig named Pumba, one of my favorite books is still The Hungry
Caterpillar, and well, when I was younger, I wanted to be a boy. lol
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GRACEN: What hobbies and interests do you participate in when
you’re not writing?
Mi: For the most part I spend time with my kids. We go hiking and things like that. I love to have a few glaces of wine with my
sisters. I also have a part time job as
an office admin at our local crossfit gym.
I love it.
GRACEN: Do you have any writing quirks or certain things you
MUST have or do before beginning the writing process?
MI: I have to have a
beer. Lol
GRACEN: If you were plotting to take over the world, how
would you do it?
MI: Dragons. You can achieve anything if you have a
dragon. I’d most likely use ice
dragons. You wouldn’t want to use the
fire ones for the simple fact that I wouldn’t want to rule over a scorched
planet.
GRACEN: If you could make one statement that the entire
planet would hear and remember, what would it be?
MI: There is more than
enough food out there, people. There’s
no reason why starvation is even a word.
GRACEN:
What genre do you write and why that genre?
MI: I write
fantasy. It doesn’t fit into any one
category, really. My words have a mix of
paranormal and epic fantasy.
Shapeshifters and dragons DO belong together. :D I’ve always loved getting lost in strange
worlds and meeting different beings, so I guess I write what I love.
GRACEN: For those who are not yet familiar with MI, can you
please give us some details about the book and/or series?
MI: A Witteck’s Dream
is the first book in The Witteck Chronicle series. This series is the sequel series to The
Chosen One Trilogy. We get to go back to
Quelondain and meet up with Hayden and Jasper’s pack as they find themselves in
a whole new end of the world crisis.
This time, the threat isn’t just to Quelondain, but to all of the
continents, so readers will get to see more of this world. In A Witteck’s Dream, we learn about the
Wittecks and how they were created to guard magical orbs. Since an age old evil is rising, the orbs
must once again be protected and Hayden’s crew steps up to the challenge.
GRACEN: Do you have
any new stories in the works and can you tell us a bit about it/them?
MI: I’m working on the
second book in this series. So far, the
title is The Witteck’s Call. I’m about a
third of the way done right now. I’m
also almost done the second book in my middlegrade series called Faerie
Dreams. This one follows a thirteen year
old girl that wakes up in a book she’s reading.
GRACEN: If you could describe your writing with one word or
brief phrase, what would it be? Please delve into the core of your writing to
tell us what word or phrase you want readers to take with them when they’ve
finished reading your story.
MI: I’ve been told that I write so that it’s easy for the
reader to understand what the character is going through, so, easy read?
Lol! I have no idea. I do know that when a reader finishes one of
my stories I want the word that sticks in their mind to be ‘magical’.
GRACEN: What, in your opinion, makes your story unique and
what makes it stand out from other stories in your genre? Think of this as a
pitch to convince readers to pick up your books.
MI: I guess it would
be my crossover between paranormal and epic fantasy. Readers who love two different kinds of
fantasy can both find a home in Quelondain.
Whether you like shapeshifters or Wedelves (Quelondain’s version of
elves), you’ll get caught up in the adventures and romances that happen there. I’d say that these stories are a mix Harry
Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Animorphs… but for adults. lol
GRACEN: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the
name of research?
MI: Ummmm, nothing. Lol I don’t research. It’s one of the perks of writing in a totally
made up world. I have absolutely no rules to follow.
GRACEN: Of all your books, which character did you have the
most fun creating and why?
MI: For the most fun,
I’d have to say Chael from Chael’s Luck.
He has this secret that I wanted to keep secret for as long as possible. Plus, he’s the little guy trying to prove
that he’s just as good as the big guys; it made for some great situations.
GRACEN: If you had the opportunity to meet just one of your
characters in real life, who would it be and why?
MI: I think I’d have to
go with Ternach. He’s the immortal you
meet in The Chosen One Trilogy and then again in The Witteck Chronicles. He’s been alive forever and the stories he
can share must be amazing. I’d love to
sit down and have a couple of mugs of sloan with him just to be able to hear
them.
GRACEN: Which of your characters would you never want to meet
under any circumstance and why?
MI: I think Lord
Vallorg takes the cake on this one. He’s
the reason the Witteck Chronicles had to get written. When a dark lord is about to destroy the
world you created and loved, you have to pull your packs back together and try
to kill the son of a bitch. Of course, I
get to stay safe behind my computer screen while they face death head on… and
death, well, that’s exactly what Vallorg is to those who get in his way.
GRACEN: If you were
interviewing yourself, what is the one question you would ask yourself and
please give us the answer to that question?
MI: Wow. Good
question. I guess I’d ask myself, “If
you could go back and end the trilogy differently, would you?”. :D And
then I’d answer, “Yes. I’d end it the
way I always wanted too, but was too scared to because I wasn’t sure how my
readers would react.” And that’s all I’m
saying in case someone who reads this interview hasn’t read those books yet.
lol
GRACEN: Thanks so much
for joining us, MI! It’s been a treat
getting to know you better!
Mi: Thank you so much
for having me, Gracen! I’m totally having a fangirl moment answering these
questions! *elbows person beside her*
Dude! Gracen Miller just interviewed me!
BLURB:
It's been five years since the Chosen One's war and Hayden's
pack has been able to enjoy life once again. Of course, things can never stay
calm and they soon find themselves caught up in another epic fight and this
time it looks like Ternach might hold the key to winning.
Mortal since losing his powers in the battle of Paradin,
Ternach decides to take a trip to Sageden in hopes that Hayden can help him get
his magic back. Along the way, he meets Sarah; a woman with a secret and an
agenda.
It doesn't take long before sparks are flying and Ternach
starts to think that maybe being human has it's perks after all.
When he discovers Sarah's secret he needs to make a decision:
Does he stay human so he can stay with Sarah, or does he attempt to become
immortal again knowing he has what is needed to win...
EXCERPT: (any heat level as this is an 18+ site)
“So we’ll leave first thing in the morning then. I wish I’d known sooner what had
happened. We could have been gone
already.” Cassandra frowned and looked
to the door of Ternach’s room.
“Can I have a look at the orb again? It really is irking me that I can’t remember
when I saw the other one.” Ternach put
another piece of wood on the fire he had going.
Cassandra reached into Peter’s pack and pulled out the yellow orb then
handed it to him.
Ternach frowned.
“Have you left Quelondain?”
Peter sat behind Cassandra.
“Hmmm? Oh, yes, I
have.” He looked up from the orb and its
moving veining and smiled. “If you name
it I’ve probably been there. It’s
amazing how bored a being can get over time.”
Cassandra laughed and leaned back against Peter who kissed her
shoulder. Ternach smiled at the gesture
then frowned as he looked at his door.
“Is she alright?” Peter
was looking in the same direction.
Ternach shrugged. “I’m
not sure. I can’t tell you if this
happens every time she comes home, or if it’s a new occurrence. It could have been the fight with that Brent
character or the fact that someone left a dead animal in her bed.” He remembered how she’d shivered against him
through the night. He took a deep
breath. “Bastard,” he muttered under his
breath. He wasn’t entirely sure what the
idiot had said to her, but she’d seemed distant for the past day. Other than the odd glance in his direction
she’d barely acknowledged he was there though she hadn’t left his side since
they’d found her room covered in blood.
He handed the orb back to Cassandra and stood.
“I have some herbs that might help calm her down if she
wants. If she needs me, we’ll be in our
room.”
Ternach nodded and walked off to find Sarah. “She told you she needed a minute to
herself,” he mumbled to himself. He
stopped walking then started again. He
had a bad feeling.
“No!” Sarah’s voice was
filled with fear. Ternach ran as quietly
as he could and hid behind a bush.
Sarah looked in his direction, like she’d felt him grow near.
“Ow, Brent, you’re hurting me.”
Sarah winced as his fingers dug into her arm. Her heart was pounding. Brent had always been quiet and gentle.
He jerked then looked at her with the strangest look on his face. “I’m hurting you, am I? What are you going to do about it?”
“What?”
He grunted. “Don’t
pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!
Tanner did the same thing!” He
shook his head. “What? You’re drunk, Brent. Go sleep it off.” He brought his hand up and slapped her in the
face. Sarah’s face exploded with pain as
her head snapped back. “Well, I’m not
drunk now, Sarah, so how are you going to explain it to me?”
“Explain what, Brent?”
“Come on, now. Stop
me.” He spun her around and pressed his
dagger to her throat. “Stop me,
Sarah. I know you have more sense than
Tanner. He thought I’d stop if he didn’t
do anything. You won’t make the same
mistake, now, will you?”
“What are you saying?
You’re the one who killed Tanner?”
Tears spilled from her eyes.
“Why?”
“I know what you are, Sarah!
I know what you both were! But
your mate was stupid, wasn’t he. Even
when he was dying he refused to help himself!”
He pulled her head back even farther and Sarah felt the blade bite into
her throat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Brent, please!”
“Oh, that’s nice. I like
the sound of that. Beg some more. Actually, just agree to my proposal and I’ll
let you live. I don’t mind what you are,
Sarah, but I refuse to let anyone else have you.”
“I’m a Namael! A
cheetah! By the moons, Brent, I don’t
understand!”
He pressed his dagger harder against her throat. “Come on.
Save yourself. You know you can.”
“Is there a problem here?”
Brent turned quickly and growled. Sarah’s heart jumped into her throat.
“Move along, man. This
is none of your business.”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong.” Ternach tried to look calmer than he
felt. All it would take was one quick
swipe of the dagger and Sarah would be dead.
He couldn’t help but think about the fact that his magic would be handy
right about now. “Sarah is my
business.” His jaw clenched as he saw
her eyes widen, her tears running down her bruised face.
Brent frowned. “What’s
wrong with your eyes? Are you one of
them?”
“One of who? What’s he
talking about, Sarah?”
“I don’t know!”
Truth be told, Ternach didn’t really care what the man was
talking about. Just keep him distracted,
he thought to himself. To Brent he said,
“I’m definitely not one of those, but I’ll agree with you, she’s something else
isn’t she?”
Sarah’s eyes widened.
“There! I knew it!” Brent pushed her away, spinning her around so
that she was looking at him. Ternach was
sprinting toward them. “Now, save
yourself, witch.” Brent wound up and
threw his dagger at her then grunted with the impact of Ternach’s body
colliding with his.
Ternach straddled the smaller man and punched him until there
was no more struggling under him.
“Sarah!” He turned and scrambled
to his feet. Sarah stared at him with
wide eyes, unmoving. “Are you alright?” He looked her over, trying to see if the
dagger had hit its mark.
“I’m… I’m fine.”
“Where’s his dagger?”
“It… he threw wide.” She
couldn’t stop staring at Brent’s listless form on the ground. “Did you kill him?”
Ternach frowned and glanced back. Brent’s chest was still moving as he
breathed. “No. He’s alive.
By the moons, Sarah, look at me!”
He reached out and took her by the arms.
Her eyes finally met his. “Are
you alright?”
She nodded slowly and suddenly, all of the strength she had
left evaporated. Ternach caught her as
her legs gave way.
“Let’s get you to the inn and we’ll figure out what’s wrong,”
he said as he cradled her in his arms.
Brent moaned and reached up to touch his swollen face. His eyes met Ternach’s.
“If you ever come near her again you’ll die.”
Brent’s eyes widened.
“You can’t possibly believe her!
She’s a witch!”
Ternach shook his head.
“I know from personal experience that she’s not a witch and I meant what
I said. Killing you won’t bother me in
the least.” He strode away and hugged
Sarah to his chest. He looked down at
her, frowning.
“Let’s get you back to my room.
I’ll go get Cassandra for you.”
“No!
“But Cassandra could help…”
He touched her face lightly where it was bruised.
She shook her head.
“What do you need me to do?”
“I…” Sarah felt as
though she was being carried through a haze.
“He did it.” Tears slid down her
face and Ternach pulled her close. “He
killed Tanner.”
“Did he say why?”
She shook her head. “He
kept saying he knew what we were. He called
me a witch.”
“Well, then, the man is obviously losing his mind, no?” He kissed her forehead. “I know witches, and you, my girl, are
definitely not one.” He rubbed her back
until she started to relax against him.
He managed to open his door and lay her on the bed.
“But you agreed with him.
You said I was something else.”
He chuckled and lay beside her.
“I didn’t agree that you were a witch.”
His gaze softened and he tucked her hair behind her ears. “I said you were something else and that you
are.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest. “Ternach?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you go come find me?”
“I…” He frowned. “I’m not sure. I had a strange feeling.”
“Thank you.”
He chuckled.
“Anytime.” He lifted her chin and
looked at her throat. “Are you sure you
don’t want Cass?”
Her eyes widened.
“No! I’m fine. Really.”
“Sarah, are you sure you’re alright?” Ternach couldn’t get over the scared look in
her eyes. “Are you scared he’ll be
back? He won’t touch you again, I
promise.”
She only moved closer to him and buried her face in his
chest. There had only been one man that
had been able to make her feel safe until now.
She took a deep breath and felt him tighten his hold on her. Maybe everything would be alright. Would Brent try anything else? Maybe.
Ternach was right, he’d obviously lost his mind. Who in their right mind would make
accusations like that? Stop thinking
about it.
“Do you want me to add some wood to the fire?” Ternach was starting worry about how hard she
was shaking against him.
She shook her head.
“Just hold me.” Truth be told,
she wasn’t shivering because of the shock of her situation anymore. She focused on the feel of his hand moving
along her arm.
He pulled the blankets over the both of them and hugged her
close, rubbing her back. Sarah felt her
tunic ride up in the back and his fingers brushed along her skin. She jerked at the touch and her heart jumped.
“Sorry.” He smoothed
everything down again and continued trying to warm her.
“Ternach?”
“Hmmm?”
“What have you been feeling?
I mean, when I walked into the restaurant last night and then after
that?” She remembered the frown that
hadn’t left his face.
He thought about it for a minute. “Worried, why?”
“Oh, well, I thought you might have been upset after finding
out about Brent.”
“Is that why you’ve been acting standoffish?”
She nodded, still sure he wasn’t entirely happy with her. “And what about now?” She looked up into his white green eyes when
he didn’t answer and caught her breath at the look in them.
“Still worried.”
Sarah smiled at his blush.
“And?”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “By the moons, Sarah, you’re pressed right up
against me. If you can’t figure it out…”
She grinned and gasped as his fingers left hot trails down her
arm.
“I don’t think you lost your magic at all. I think it’s buried somewhere in there.”
He shook his head.
“Trust me, my girl, if I had any magic left, I’d know.” But even as he said the words he couldn’t
help but hope she was right. “So why
would you think I had magic left? I
thought you didn’t have a feel for magic.”
Sarah’s heart beat a bit faster. “I… I don’t.
I’m not sure why.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?
I still think I should go get Cassandra.”
She shook her head. “I
don’t want you to worry or even think right now.” She reached a hand up and ran her fingers
along his jaw line.
His frown deepened.
“Sarah…”
She repositioned herself so she could kiss along his jaw. “I’ll add no talking to the list of things
not allowed at the moment.”
“You’ve been through a lot the last two days…” He closed his eyes at the feel of her hands
running through his hair and Sarah smiled at the shiver that ran through him as
she flicked her tongue over his lips.
“Make me forget.”
He pulled her up so he could look at her. “Are you sure?”
She answered by pushing him onto his back, straddling him, and
pulling her tunic over her head. He
groaned and pulled her down so that his face was pressed between her
breasts. His tongue flicked over her
nipple lightly and it was her turn to groan.
His hands ran up her back and tangled in her auburn hair. His mouth left her breast, trailed along her
collarbone, up her neck, and found her lips.
Her tongue found his and she melted over him, her hips moving against
his. He let out a strangled gasp and
suddenly she was sure that if she couldn’t feel him naked under her hands she
would die.
Sarah rolled to the side and pulled him into a sitting position
so she could tug his shirt over his head.
Her heart was pounding and at the sight of his bare chest it started to race.
“Pants…” she managed to choke out the word. He obliged her by standing and stepping out
of them. Seeing him standing before her,
his eyes blazing with need, his body ready to take her, she shivered.
Ternach closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Once he’d managed to calm down a bit he took
a step closer to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her and he moaned at
the feel of her breasts against his chest.
His head was reeling and he pulled back, stood her on the bed and helped
her out of her pants. His teeth brushed
over her nipples and she arched against him, her gasp causing him to groan.
Sarah moaned as his fingers found their way between her
legs. They slipped inside of her and she
had to fight to stay upright. Ternach’s
mouth moved from one breast to the other then moved back to her lips. His fingers flicked inside of her.
“Wait… wait…” Her head
was spinning and the heat inside of her was building. “I want you in me…” She felt him smile where he’d been nibbling on
her neck.
He felt her start to tighten around his fingers and he stopped
his stroking. He moved back to her
breasts and she arched against him as he pulled most of one into his mouth.
“You know, I’ve never done this without magic…” He let his tongue slip from one nipple to the
other where he proceeded to pay attention in great detail. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as his
fingers resumed their stroking.
“Ternach…” Sarah moaned
as his tongue found hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her whole body was on fire. Every touch was sending heat waves scorching
through her. She sobbed in frustration
as his fingers stopped once again.
“Please…”
Her eyes flew open as they left her body. His one arm pulled her to his chest and she
wrapped her legs around his waist as he crawled to the head of the bed. He lowered her gently.
“This is feeling alright for you?” He brushed the hair out of her eyes and
waited for her answer.
Sarah stopped herself from laughing when it became obvious he
was serious. She let her fingers trail
along his jaw. “It is feeling so good
that if you don’t stop talking and keep doing what you were doing I might
decide to kill you.”
“Hmmm…. Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” His words were whispers in her ear. He spread her legs with his knees and groaned
as he pushed himself into her. Sarah
caught her breath, her hips tilting upwards to meet his. He seemed to fill her completely and as he
started to pull back again she quivered under him. He pushed in again, slowly.
“By the moons, Ternach, please…” Every movement in and out was slowly bringing
her to her release. He felt her start to
tighten around him and he stopped, buried as deeply as he could be. He groaned and took a deep breath.
“Not yet, my girl, not yet.
The moons only know when we’ll have a chance to be alone again.”
Sarah squirmed under him, urging him to move, but the weight of
his hips against hers kept her from achieving what she wanted. He waited a moment then resumed, loving the
small groans that escaped her every time he would push back in.
His strokes quickened and he looked into her dark hazel
eyes. Sarah wrapped her legs around his
waist then bit into his shoulder to muffle the scream as she clenched around
him and every nerve in her body exploded with feeling. Ternach’s breath caught in his throat and he
groaned as her release set his off. His
mouth found hers and he kissed her tenderly.
He jerked as he closed his eyes and a flash of light filled his head.
Sarah gave a surprised cry.
He opened his eyes and found himself in a time he’d forgotten
about. Hazel eyes a shade lighter than
the ones he’d just been gazing into peered back at him. Plumper lips smiled sexily. He grinned and kissed them lightly.
“By the moons, Brailla, I’m going to miss you.” He made to roll off of her.
She hooked her legs around his hips and held him in place. “Don’t get up yet. I want to remember this feeling.”
He relaxed over her and let himself settle deeper into
her. She sighed and ran her hands
lightly over his back.
“You’ll be careful?” He
couldn’t help the worry he’d been fighting off from returning.
“I will be.” She ran her
fingers along his jaw line. “I’ll be
fine.”
He grunted. “You’re not
about to take a stroll through the dragon mother’s den… you’re going up against
Vallorg.”
“I was born to this, Ternach.
I can’t simply say I won’t go.”
“I know. Are you sure
you don’t want me to come along?”
She smiled. “Yes, I’m
sure. It doesn’t say anything in the
Witteck’s Prophecy about some beautiful immortal swooping in to save the day.”
“And this Glear character…”
“Will treat me well. If
he doesn’t, I’ll be sure to break his nose for you.”
“Alright.” He kissed her
softly and moved so that he was sitting by her side. Brailla stood and he watched as she made her
way to her pack.
“What are you looking for?”
“You asked if there was anything you could do to help me and I
think I just thought of what that might be.”
She stood, the firelight highlighting her bare skin and long auburn
hair. “I think you should keep
this.” She handed him the red globe she
guarded with her life.
He took it from her and watched as the dark red veining moved
lazily through the sphere.
“If for some reason Vallorg manages to capture all of us and
take the keepers’ orbs, he’ll still be short this one. He can’t do anything without all of the
spheres. He’ll never think of looking
here for it.”
Ternach frowned. “You’re
talking as if you’re knowingly going to your death.”
She shrugged. “I’m not
saying it’s what I want to happen, but I won’t lie to myself. The possibility is good.” She pulled her clothes on before kissing him
again.
“Let me get my clothes on and I’ll walk you to the edge of the
woods.”
Once they’d made it to their usual parting area he paused. “Good luck, Brailla. For everyone’s sake, I hope you
succeed.” He cupped her face in his
hands and kissed her softly. “Stay
safe.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Goodbye.”
She stepped back, muttered under her breath, and vanished.
Ternach jerked back to the present and found himself still
lying on top of Sarah. Her dark hazel
eyes were wide, her jaw slack with surprise.
He moved so he was on his back and covered his face with his arm.
“By the moons, did you see that?” His voice came out strangled.
“I did.” Hers was just a
whisper. Neither one of them said
anything for a moment.
“You knew Brailla.”
Sarah didn’t make it a question.
“I did.” He turned onto
his side so he could look at her.
“You’re a Witteck.” It wasn’t a
question either.
She rolled and gazed up at him.
“I am.”
“Did you come looking for me thinking I might know where the
red orb was?”
She shook her head. “I
had no idea.” She smiled. “But now that I know she gave it to you,
where is it?”
He shrugged. “I have no
idea.” He grinned at her raised eyebrow. “Sarah, I buried it somewhere in the Northern
Regions, that’s all I can tell you. That
was almost a hundred thousand years ago; a lot has happened since then.” He tucked her hair behind her ears. “It’s safe.”
She started to laugh.
“What?”
“I just… I was just thinking that we are the only two beings
alive today that could have experienced what we had and be having this
conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.”
He chuckled and pulled her close. “So Brent was right about you then.”
“He was, though he was wrong about the witch part. Wittecks aren’t witches. We’re the keepers of the orbs.”
“Was he right about Tanner?”
“He was.” Her voice was
just a whisper. “Tanner was my other
half. He didn’t want to be a
Witteck. He insisted it was a
mistake. He refused to start looking for
the orbs. As far as I know, we were the
only two to have been called. The more
danger of the orbs being united, the more Wittecks will appear. We’re born regular beings, but a dream seems
to unlock the ancient memories of the past.”
“Do you know where the rest of the orbs are?”
She shook her head.
“When Brailla and Glear displaced them, it was a random act caused by
them alone. There is no record of where
the orbs went.”
“Well, we know where three of them are. Peter and Cassandra have the yellow one,
Marilynn has the green one, and somewhere in the Northern Regions, I have the
red one. Do you know why you’ve been
called?”
“If we’ve been called, it means some evil has risen.”
Ternach grunted. “Terrific.”
“Did you love her?”
Ternach frowned. “What?”
“Brailla. Did you love
her?”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“How do you switch over from what could be the end of the world to my
love life?”
Sarah shrugged.
“I… I’m not sure how to explain it, Sarah. I was immortal. I loved her as much as I could knowing that
she would get old and die and I wouldn’t.
There was also the fact that she was already a Witteck when we met and
she was waiting to dream of her other half.
It was fun and we both cared for each other, but we knew it wouldn’t
last.”
“Is that why she left that night?”
“It was. Can we get back
to the end of the world?”
She noticed a flicker of sadness in his eyes. It was there and gone so quickly she wasn’t
sure she’d seen it at all.
“I suppose we can, though there isn’t much I can tell you. I fated to Tanner. Six years ago we both had the dream that
marked us as Wittecks. I managed to find
one of the keys needed to lock the orbs back into their nests but with
everything that happened with Braw it was hard to explore without being
questioned. Both halves of a Witteck
couple have to be together at all times.
We lose our magic otherwise.”
“That’s right, I remember that now. But Brailla was a Namael sorceress. I remember how her energy multiplied after
she dreamed of Glear.” He frowned. “You’re not a sorceress.”
“No, I’m not. Why?”
“When Brent threw his dagger, he didn’t throw wide. I saw it on the ground not too far from where
you were standing. And in the bedroom
our first night here, while you were in the tub, I didn’t think anything of it,
but you were able to warm the water. Am
I wrong?”
“You’re not. I managed
to warm the water and I deflected the dagger, though if you hadn’t been there I
would have been dead. I’ve tried doing
magic without you around. It doesn’t
work. I’m not exactly sure why, but
you’re my other half now.”
“Well, now, that doesn’t make sense. I’m not a Witteck.”
She shrugged. “Like I
said, I’m not sure why. My magic needs a
second half to work. I think it’s reacting
to your magic.”
“I don’t have any magic left.”
“Well, then, you explain it to me.”
He opened his mouth then closed it. “I can’t.”
He smirked. “You know, if I do
have any magic left somewhere in me, I don’t think it’s very fair that you get
to use it and I don’t. Why are you
looking at me like that?”
“I was just thinking…”
He waited for her to go on.
“It’s just… this is almost too good to be true.”
“What?”
“Well, for starters, there’s how I lose my other half then just
happen to run into you who seems to be able to replace his magic. Then there’s the fact that you were lovers
with Brailla, the first of all Wittecks, so you actually have a clue what I’m
talking about. And then, to top it all
off, you seem alright with all of this?”
He smiled. “Are you
waiting for me to run out of the room screaming?”
Sarah blushed. “Maybe.”
His smile softened. “I
meant every word I said when I told you how I felt. A lot of this comes as a surprise, I’m not
going to lie, but I’ve told you before, Sarah, it takes a lot to shock
me.” He felt her relax against him and
pulled the covers up.
“Ternach?”
“Hmm?”
“Can we keep this to ourselves for now?”
“What’s that? The orbs,
the fact that you’re a Witteck, or what we just did.”
She smiled up at him.
“The orbs and the Witteck part; I couldn’t care less about who knows
what we just did and what they think about it.”
She snuggled against his chest and yawned.
Ternach closed his eyes.
It seemed that even as a human his life was bound to be anything but
normal. Now, if he could just get his
magic back, he’d be set.
