Sorceress of Faith

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Alexa held out her hand, and Marian took it—this time a sweet comfort flowed between them.

“It’s progressive regressive MS, so it comes and goes. I’m hoping to find a cure to take back. Maybe I can become Powerful enough to cure him with magic?”

Alexa just shook her head. “I’m not sure how healing magic works here. I’ve seen great wounds healed.” She grimaced. “But it usually takes more than one person and some serious spellchants. For a disease, I just don’t know.”

“My mother is back home, too,” Marian said. She ran her hands through her hair as she took the rock seat next to Alexa. It felt as if many had sat there before—to talk, to eat, to watch the stars at night.

They sat in silence for a moment before Alexa spoke. “I suppose you’ll return to Earth when the Snap comes, and stay. To be honest, I don’t know how much of our magic here will translate to magic there.” She waved a hand. “I never made it all the way back home during the Snap—”

“The Snap?” Marian asked.

“I’ll tell you about it later.”

Marian sighed. “All right.”

Alexa’s hazel eyes appeared greener. “I didn’t have any family at home, nothing much to go back to, not compared to what I have here.” She shrugged and her smile quirked. “Though a vision I saw indicated I’d become a federal judge if I went back.”

Marian didn’t doubt it. The woman was walking determination.

“I can’t stay,” Marian said. “I can’t leave my brother.”

“All right. But I’d better tell you what’s going on, anyway.”

“That’s a very good idea.”

9

“Let me tell you why you were Summoned,” Alexa said.

“As long as you don’t expect me to stay,” Marian cautioned.

“Too bad. Lladrana needs all the help it can get, and I can tell by your aura that you’d be a lot of help.” Alexa slipped from her rock to sit on the sun-warmed ground.

Marian did the same and tried not to think about bugs.

Her expression completely serious, Alexa said, “The fact is, Lladrana is in deep trouble. There are monsters invading from the north.” She shot Marian a glance. “I’m not talking about other people with differing belief systems, but real, live, evil monsters. The Lladranans usually call them ‘horrors.’”

Bossgond’s images of monsters came to Marian.

Alexa frowned. “Watch.” With a sharp indrawn breath and narrowed eyes, the air between them hazed. A huge, vicious-looking creature hulked into view. It had long, sharp teeth that dripped saliva. Curving, knifelike claws extended from its lifted forepaws.

“Render,” Alexa said. She kept the image up and rotated it, until Marian had to swallow hard.

The second monster was worse. Bigger even than the render, it had putrid yellow fur, horns and spines along its arms, head and back.

“Slayer. It can shoot the spines. They’re poisonous, of course.”

“Of course,” Marian said faintly, wondering if she was turning a shade of green.

The slayer vanished and a third horror appeared. Worse. This one had lizardlike gray skin, a round knobby head with burning red eyes and a hole for a nose. Each shoulder sported an arm and two tentacles with suction cups.

“Soul-sucker,” Alexa said. “But it really just drains your life-force.” She waved a hand.

Just? Marian thought she squeaked, but Alexa showed no evidence of hearing her.

The next horror that appeared metamorphosed between two shapes. A black weblike substance and a dark manlike thing with rudimentary head, arms and legs.

“It has a penis, too,” Alexa said unsteadily. “Sangvile. One tried to rape me as it sucked my Power from me.”

The thing turned its head and its burning gaze struck Marian like a blow.

This vision disappeared once quickly, as if Alexa didn’t like remembering it. Marian couldn’t think how anyone could survive an attempted rape by the hideous being.

“Dreeth,” Alexa said on a sigh, and something Marian recognized formed. At her exclamation, Alexa smiled.

“They look like pteradons, don’t they?” Alexa said.

“More like a quetzalcoatluses with big bellies.”

“Quetzalcoatlus. That sounds like the Aztec god.”

“Yes, they were the largest of the flying dinosaurs.” In her studies, she’d found that many cultures had stories of dragons.

“Okay. They’re dreeths here, as big as a house. A couple of them nearly fell on me as they died. Bad,” Alexa said so casually that Marian stared at her in pure amazement.

She sorted out the implications. “You battle these things?”

“Pretty much every week.” Alexa stroked the scar on her face.

Marian couldn’t imagine it. “You?”

Alexa met her gaze with fathomless eyes. “The Marshalls Summoned me to be one of them, the best magical warriors in the business.” She shrugged. “Like Joan of Arc.”

“Must have been a shock.”

“Yeah. In Denver I’d taken one personal defense course from the free university, several years ago. Big change in lifestyle.” Now she smiled. She waved a hand down her body and suddenly Marian saw a rope of purple and silver. The link throbbed with life and vibrated with a pretty melody. “But I’m well compensated. This is my bond with my Shield, Bastien. As for financial reward, I have wealth and an estate—you’ll get your pick of land, too, if you stay. And Bastien—” she grinned “—he’s rather like a certain rogue mercenary with a spaceship in the movies.” She sighed. “I miss the movies.”

“You—they—the Marshalls, don’t expect me to become one of them, do they?”

“Nope. The Marshalls Summoned you for the Tower Community, the Sorcerers and Sorceresses—the major ones are called Circlets.” Alexa grinned again. “No wonder they reached Boulder. Mostly scholars, I think. Though Jaquar is one prime man.”

Marian hadn’t forgotten the hunk who’d appeared in the pentacle with her.

“He’s had it rough, lately, though. The sangvile ate his parents.”

“Ate his parents!”

Alexa waved her hand. “Okay, to be exact, the sangvile drained his parents of their Power, turning them into husks that crumbled into gray dust.”