“They were alone, the captain and the sleeping prince.” Shades Of MagicAlucard EmeryRhy Maresh Book:A Conjuring of Light Source: A Conjuring of Light
“There is a saying in the Sanctuary. Is aven stran." "The blessed thread," translated Kell. Hastra nodded eagerly. "Do you know what it means?" His eyes brightened as he spoke. "It's from one of the myths, the Origin of the Mgician. Magic and Man were brothers, you see, only they had nothing in common, for each's strength was the other's weakness. Ando so one day, Magic made a blessed thread, and tied itself to Man, so tightly that the thread cut into their skin... ." Here he turned his hands up, flexing is wrists to show the veins, "and from that day, they shared their best and worst, their strenght and weakness." Something fluttered in Kell's chest. "How does the story end?" he asked. "It doesn't," Hastra said. "Not even if they part?" Hastra shook his head. "There's no 'they' anymore, Master Kell. Magic gave so much to Man, and Man so much to Magic, that their edges blurred, and their threads all tangled, and now they can't be pulled apart. They're bound together, you see, life to life. Halves of a whole. If anyone tried to part them, they'd both unravel." - rhy and kell <3” KellShades Of MagicRhy Maresh Author:V.E. Schwab