Bab 9: Nullius Filius, Chapter 1.4
Beau's POV)
As the months passed, my grasp on magic tightened, even though I lacked a wellspring of my own. Through the pendant gifted to me by Mom and Grams, I found a conduit to channel and siphon their potent magic. It was a delicate dance that awakened a symphony of sensations within me.
Every time I reached out, fingers trembling with anticipation to touch the pendant, a surge of electricity coursed through my veins. It was a breathtaking sensation, like being struck by a bolt of raw energy, yet I craved it with an insatiable hunger. The pendant glowed with an ethereal light as its magic intertwined with mine, creating an intimate connection that transcended mere existence.
As the magic flowed into me, it felt like a raging river had been unleashed within my very being. The torrent of power surged and swirled, intertwining with my essence, amplifying my senses, and expanding the boundaries of my perception. I could almost taste the vibrant hues of magic, swirling and shimmering like an aurora in the night sky.
( Meanwhile, in New Orleans)
As the night unfolded, Hayley and Hope, hidden away in their sanctuary, braced themselves for the imminent arrival of Dahlia. They knew all too well the relentless determination that burned within her, the unyielding desire to claim Hope's power as her own.
In the depths of their hiding place, a hushed tension filled the air. Fiercely protective of her daughter, Hayley took every precaution to conceal their presence. But as the hours ticked by, a subtle transformation began to unfold.
As if in response to the impending threat, magic stirred within the very walls that sheltered them. Delicate tendrils of energy snaked across the surface, caressing the cold stone with a tender touch. And then, like whispers from the earth, sprouts emerged, their slender forms breaking through the ancient masonry.
These were no ordinary sprouts, for they carried the essence of the magic that permeated the air. Petals unfurled in a mesmerizing display, their colors vibrant and otherworldly. With each passing moment, the sprouts grew taller, reaching for the ceiling and entwining with one another, creating an ethereal tapestry of blooms.
The flowers, aptly named Dahlias in honor of their imminent guest, radiated a luminescent glow. Their petals were a rich tapestry of hues, ranging from velvety purples to fiery reds, mirroring the tempestuous nature of Dahlia herself. Each bloom was a testament to the resilience and beauty that could emerge from the most dire circumstances.
As the night deepened, the room became alive with the intoxicating scent of the Dahlias. Their fragrance, a blend of enchantment and determination, permeated the air, reminding them of the imminent threat coming from them.
Soon, a haunting whistling tune reverberated through the halls of St. James Infirmary, the clandestine hiding spot that Regent LaRue had graciously provided to them. The melodic notes, carried on the currents of the night, danced with an eerie grace, as if the very air itself had come alive with a mystical presence.
Hayley, cradling the infant Hope in her arms, felt a surge of protectiveness wash over her as the haunting melody reached their ears. She tightened her grip around her daughter, shielding her tiny form from the encroaching danger. The whistle cut through the stillness, resonating with an otherworldly quality that sent shivers down their spines. It possessed a haunting beauty that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere sound, carrying with it the weight of ancient powers and forgotten spells.
As the tune swirled through the hallways, it whispered tales of darkness and desolation, of secrets buried deep within the fabric of time. It evoked a sense of enchantment, while simultaneously heralding the presence of an unyielding adversary. The melody seemed to conjure visions of shadowy figures lurking just beyond the edges of perception, waiting to pounce upon any signs of vulnerability.
Hayley's heart raced, fueled by a mix of fear and determination. She knew that Dahlia, their relentless pursuer, was drawing nearer. With each haunting note that echoed through the Infirmary, Hayley steeled herself for the impending confrontation. She had to protect Hope at all costs, shielding her from the malevolence that Dahlia represented.
Regent LaRue's guidance and the shelter of St. James Infirmary had offered them a temporary respite, a chance to gather their strength and devise a plan. But Hayley knew their time was running out as the whistling tune grew in intensity. They had to be ready to face the oncoming storm to fight for their survival.
She held Hope close, whispering words of comfort and love as they prepared to confront the looming threat. In her infant daughter's innocent gaze, Hayley found renewed strength. Hope may have been young and vulnerable, but she was also a symbol of resilience and the untapped potential within them.
As the whistling tune continued to weave its web of enchantment and menace, Hayley steeled herself for the inevitable clash. She would not let Dahlia's darkness consume them. With the protection of Regent LaRue's sanctuary, they would find a way to outsmart their relentless pursuer, relying on their resourcefulness and the strength of their bond.
In the hidden refuge of St. James Infirmary, surrounded by the echoes of the haunting melody, Hayley cradled Hope close to her heart.
As Dahlia advanced towards the door, her eyes fixated on the helpless form of infant Hope, a ravenous hunger evident in her gaze. Her lips curled into a malicious smile as she extended a hand, ready to claim what she believed was rightfully hers. "Hello, my child," she hissed, her voice dripping with a toxic blend of possessiveness and twisted affection.
But standing between Dahlia and her prize was a formidable boundary spell, a shimmering barrier pulsating with protective energy. Undeterred, Dahlia raised her hand, fingers curling into a claw-like formation. With a swift, deliberate motion, she unleashed a surge of dark power, shattering the protective barrier like fragile glass, its fragments scattering across the floor.
In that split second, Hayley sprang into action, her maternal instincts propelling her forward. She swiftly placed Hope in the safety of her crib, her heart pounding with a mixture of love and fierce determination. With a deep breath, Hayley turned to face Dahlia, her eyes burning with a fiery resolve.
The room crackled with an electric tension as the two women locked eyes, their gazes mirroring an intense battle of wills.
But before she could fully engage in the battle, a wave of dark energy surged from Dahlia's hand, sending Hayley hurtling backward, crashing into the unforgiving wall. The force of the impact stole her breath, leaving her momentarily dazed and weakened.
As Dahlia smirked, a cruel satisfaction twisting her features, she approached the crib where Hope lay, innocent and unaware of the impending danger. A surge of protective fury ignited within Hayley. Summoning every ounce of her strength, she mustered the courage to rise, even as pain coursed through her body.
"Don't you dare touch my baby!" Hayley's voice rang out, laced with a potent blend of defiance and desperation. She fought against the searing pain, propelled by love more potent than any magic or darkness that Dahlia wielded.
But before Hayley could reach Dahlia, the malevolent witch lifted Hope into her arms, clutching the child possessively. At that moment, as Dahlia's hands cradled her daughter, a sudden flash of imagery flooded her mind. It was as if the veil of time had been momentarily lifted, revealing a glimpse of another child with dark skin and piercing blue eyes. The intensity of the vision left Dahlia momentarily bewildered, her grip on reality faltering for a fleeting instant, and she realized Hope wasn't the firstborn.
Her eyes narrowed with intrigue and fury as the memories flickered in Dahlia's mind. Another child, she mused silently, her voice a mere whisper carried by the winds of the room. Yet, Hayley's heightened hybrid senses caught the faint words, her heart sinking with the realization that Dahlia had glimpsed something significant.
Dahlia's magic grip on Hayley released suddenly, and she found herself slumping to the ground, her body aching from the impact. Hope, now back in her crib, stirred restlessly, sensing the tension in the air. Hayley's eyes darted between her daughter and the retreating figure of Dahlia, a mixture of fear and determination coursing through her veins.
Dahlia's predatory smirk curled across her face, an unsettling blend of triumph and anticipation. With deliberate steps, she walked away, her movements betraying an air of confidence that sent shivers down Hayley's spine. The weight of the encounter settled heavily upon her shoulders, fueling her resolve to protect her child at all costs.
Rising to her feet, Hayley rushed to the crib, urgently gathering Hope into her arms. She cradled her close, their heartbeats merging in a rhythm of love and defiance. The room echoed with a deafening silence, broken only by the soft sound of Hope's breath against Hayley's shoulder.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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