Page 63 of The Tree of Spirits
“This is indeed a surprise!” Orion replied. “Teleportation is a very complex Dreamweaver spell. Who taught you how to do it?”
“Uh, I read it in a book.”
Not that the spell was in the book anymore. Mistress Meeta had torn it out to give it to me.
“You can teleport,” Orion said again.
“I cansort ofteleport,” I corrected him. “Mostly I just end up somewhere I don’t want to be.”
“You teleported well enough today,” he pointed out.
“Multiple times,” Dutch said.
Orion grabbed a slice of pizza from the box in front of him. “That doesn’t sound like ‘sort of’ teleporting. That sounds like actual, in-control teleporting.”
“I guess it was the adrenaline. That and it all being a matter of life or death. So I had no choice but to focus, you know? I had to get everyone out of there.” I slouched over. “And I failed.”
Eris sat down across from me. “You’re an untrained Apprentice who got twenty-six of her comrades to safety when facing impossible odds, Savannah. I wouldn’t call that a failure.” She passed a pizza box to me, but I didn’t feel very hungry at the moment.
Jareth generously took the pizza off my hands. “Impressive is what it is.” He chowed down on a gooey, cheesy slice.
The other Knights nodded in agreement.
“And she can teleport,” Orion muttered. Every time he said it, he sounded even more like he couldn’t believe it.
“That’s not all she did,” Dutch spoke up, drawing the immediate attention of all six Knights. He cleared his throat before he continued, “Back in the basement, she did this weird humming thing, and then all the crates started flying around and attacking the fiends.”
Altair’s brows lifted. “Humming, you say?”
Dutch nodded.
Altair exchanged glances with Eris. “Nymph magic.”
“She must have been manipulating the elements inside the crates, like the wood or metal,” Eris replied.
And then all the Knights grew very quiet.
“What is it?” I barely dared to ask the question.
“You can teleport,” Orion said for the millionth time, only this time he suddenly sounded like he totally believed it. “That’s a Dreamweaver spell.”
“And you can control a natural element,” Eris added. “That’s Nymph magic.”
“And that’s…bad?” I held my breath, waiting for their answer.
“It’s not bad,” Eris told me. “It’s just very unusual.”
“There aresixcastles that form the Castle.” Ainsley held up six fingers. “SixTribes.Sixtypes of magic.Sixkinds of Knights.”
“And then there is you, Savannah Winters,” Nala said in her smooth, calm, no-nonsense manner. “You don’t belong to any of those six Tribes.”
Great. That was the story of my life. Not fitting in anywhere.
Jareth cracked a smile. “Don’t worry, snowflake. You’re in good company. Your boyfriend’s a freak too.”
“Wait, what exactly do you think I am?”
“A Polymage,” Eris told me. “It’s very rare. In fact, you are only the third Knight ever to become one.”
