She lurks, silently, unseen, in the corners of the book pages, watching as Malchior manipulates the poor girl into freeing him.
It isn’t the first time he’s tried to do this, tried to free himself, but this time he may actually be successful. And he doesn’t care if she is freed with him or if she is left here, trapped without a voice because she never had magic in the first place. She can’t manipulate the spell to be able to speak, to call for help, as he has done. Here, she is powerless, worthless, nothing.
“Hezberck et morine…gost wenthen verbus nex…ind obrium, bis pendrule…haran sic cortis
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CTTOC Round Robin Novel - ch3
Storm was not a person who liked sitting around. She also hated long, awkward silences. That was why, despite it probably being a terrible idea, she had decided to phase out of the T-Plane in order to fly beside it for a moment.
Her two companions for the moment, Dove and Icestorm, were watching her with wide eyes and disbelief written across their faces. Liz could see them slow the plane’s speed down a little, which was actually quite considerate of them, seeing as her top speed was only about 300 miles per hour when she pushed her limits and the plane had been flying much, much faster than that.
Still, she couldn’t help but le