Chapter 142: Chapter 142 - Kiema

I walked into Kord's spiritual plane. It was stark and beautiful. I also wasn't surprised that it looked like a gothic library.

"Hello?"

A low shushing sound came back to me from somewhere. "Keep your voice down, woman."

I smiled as I recognized a younger version of Kord's voice. I walked up the main aisle until I came to an open circle that held a desk big enough to sit at least fifty people around its edges.

A young man, probably in his mid-teens, was sitting at the desk, his nose buried in a book. "Do you have your library card?" he asked without looking up.

I chuckled. "No, Kord. I don't have a library card. Are you going to show me where your magic is?"

The young man looked up, his black-framed glasses slipping down his nose. He pushed them back up, licked his lips. "How did you get here?" He edged to the side, looked behind me.

"Your older self let me in. I'm here to fix your magic."

His icy blue eyes widened. "You're her, aren't you?"