Page 105 of Brutal Alpha Beast
“I think the spot was over here!” I call.
Ellis rushes to my side.
“I’m here if you need me,” he says.
We don’t bring the tapestry this time. I figured that since the second vision was more intense, why don’t I try and re-spark the magic from that one in order to guide us toward the vines?
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and begin my usual chant.
As I do, I feel heat.
There’s something to latch onto; I can feel it.
This has to work.
Instinctively, I walk a little further with my eyes still closed. My magic is leading me to the correct spot.
I continue chanting and begin to sway; my body is heating up, and I feel the glow, followed by the familiar sparks.
Keep steady, I tell myself.
Then suddenly, my vision again.
The chaos, the vines, snaking around with speed. I feel that spark grow even brighter, and I latch onto it, just like I’ve been practicing.
My vision goes black.
The images are gone, but the magic remains. I’m producing it myself.
The flame is small, but it’s there. I chant louder, holding on with all the force I can muster to the energy inside me.
Then I feel something click into place. The magic is spreading, existing, the flame is growing until I finally feel release—I’m covered in my glow.
I open my eyes. My heart is racing.
Ellis is staring at me with caution; he doesn’t speak.
I’m hesitant to move at first because I don’t want to disrupt the energy that I’m holding onto.
But, after a few careful moments, I’m confident that it’s in its place.
The magic of the vines is inside me now.
Then I hear a loud pulse. Like a heartbeat, it’s drumming against my ears.
It’s not Ellis’, not mine. I gaze down at the earth, and there, leading in all directions, are glowing trails, like large veins. Like roots beneath the earth. It’s the roots that are pulsating. They’re alive.
They’re the vines!
There are so many of them, interwoven, forking in all different directions. They’re calling to the magic inside of me, beating with a pulse to show me that they’re there.
“Ellis,” I say. “Can you see that?”
“Yes,” he responds. “It’s the vines.”
Everything suddenly becomes clear.
“They’re beneath the earth. If we follow them, we can get to the source, the light in the tapestry—it holds the thing we need to destroy. Once we do, Monroe will be free.”
