’Maybe the Dewans didn’t attack Morok on sight because they knew that he would have Blinked away and they had no idea how many people he might have brought with him.
’Now that I think about it, the first thing they asked me wasn’t how many Rezars survived Dawn’s slaughter or how I escaped death.
’They only cared about Morok’s identity and make sure that I didn’t lead an invasion force inside the Fringe.’ Nalrond cast a diagnostic spell on himself, discovering that he was still feverish from the shock of seeing his village rebuilt and inhabited.
"Oh, gods, you are right! There might actually have been other Rezars alive after the Fringes merged or at least some of our books. The Dewans might have kept them prisoners to learn Light Mastery from them and killed them when they refused." He said.
"Slow down. That’s not even something that Lith would think. That’s a straight-out conspiracy theory." Friya tried to calm him down, casting a few spells that would ease his nerves and the fever’s symptoms.
"I get that Light Mastery is a powerful discipline and that your people treasure it dearly, but would it really be worth killing for? I mean, humans would surely do it, but Werepeople as well?" She asked while dabbing his sweat and cooling his skin with water magic.
First magic and physical contact caused an odd interaction between them. Friya felt his fear and anguish as if it was her own while he could finally understand why despite all the things she had Friya felt so inadequate.
He caught glimpses of the events during Nalear’s attack that had changed her forever. The repeated rape attempts at the hands of her enslaved peers had destroyed her trust in strangers.
Her failure in saving Yurial had crushed her self-confidence and brought her to abandon the career of Healer not because she didn’t love light magic, but because its practice reminded her of the horrors of those days.
Friya had been willing to accept an arranged marriage for the sake of the Solivar Household, but only because she had never understood what being loved felt.
After being adopted by the Ernas, after seeing how deep the bond between Lith and Kamila had grown, she had found herself yearning for the same affection that her parents and friends felt for each other, yet her trauma kept her frozen in place.
Friya’s magic had improved tremendously from the days at the academy, but she had remained stuck as the scared little girl who couldn’t approach anyone without keeping her hand on the hilt of her blade.
In a way, Nalrond could relate to her. After Acala’s betrayal and the death of his entire village, he had sabotaged his relationships due to the fear of finding happiness again.
As long as he was alone, no one could hurt him whereas letting someone get close to him also implied the risk of getting hurt again. It was the reason why Nalrond had refused to become friends even with Lith’s family and the Ernas girls.
Even after all Faluel had done for him and the respect she had shown for his secrets, Nalrond still refused to open up to her. He had managed to trust those who were hybrids as well, like Lith or Selia’s children, only because they reminded him of his loved ones.
Now, however, the simple idea that the Dewans might be involved in the destruction of his village was enough to make him doubt another tribe of Werepeople that had shown only concern for him.
"You don’t understand. Light Mastery is more than rare." He sat down, letting Friya’s spell cleanse his mind and body. "It’s a discipline that very few creatures learn and even less manage to pass it down to their own bloodline. free𝑤ebnovel.com
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