“You remember the whole nasty business with the blood magic and the Bloodrose cult?”
“Yes.” Blood magic was illegal. Those who used it became addicted to the magic and did terrible things in order to increase their power.
“What isn’t well known is that after all was said and done, there was still one syringe full of my blood left. The blood was drawn before I lost my magic. Basically, if I inject this blood into my bloodstream, my siphoning magic should return.”
Now it was my turn to stare in shock. Opal’s magic was very powerful. She could siphon other magicians’ magic into a glass orb, forever robbing them of their powers. “Who else knows about this?”
“Devlen, Irys and Zitora. But Yelena...” Opal’s voice broke. “I don’t know if I can... I have no desire to reclaim my powers. But my family is in danger. I should...”
I clasped her hand. “It’s your decision. I will support you either way. And I won’t say anything, so no one will pressure you.”
She nodded, looking a bit more relieved.
Then I remembered the blood Roze Featherstone had injected into her skin to increase her powers. When I’d drained the blood from her, it’d turned black and rancid. “Besides, it might not be...potent anymore. Blood spoils.”
“Magic is keeping it fresh. I can feel it through the box,” Opal said.
“Oh.” Then it hit me. “Oh! I’m glad the baby didn’t take it.” That would have been terrible. However, it appeared the baby only siphoned the magic aimed at us.
Opal shrugged. “Then I wouldn’t have to make a decision.” She peered through the window, deep in thought. “You’ve lost your magic, too. What would you do in my place?”
“Reclaim my power. No doubt.” If only I had filled a syringe with...
I gasped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Opal, you just saved all the magicians in Sitia!”
26
VALEK
“Slow down, love. You’re not making any sense,” Valek said to his excited wife. Opal stood next to Yelena with a wide grin on her face. They had pulled him away from a meeting with the Councilors for a private chat.
“We have a way to protect the magicians,” Yelena said.
“I understood that part. It’s the next bit I’m having trouble following. How does extracting a syringe full of blood save a magician’s power?”
Yelena glanced at Opal. “I’ll let Opal explain. She has more experience.”
“Unfortunately,” Opal said dryly. “Don’t you remember what happened at the Bloodrose cult? With me and Galen?”
“I thought that was specific to you two because you shared blood.”
“That was part of it. But in essence, a person’s ability to use magic is in the blood. I don’t know why, but it’s been proven. This magic ability remains in the blood even when it’s drawn into a syringe. The power can be transferred to another magician by injecting it into his or her bloodstream, or it can enhance a magician’s power by tattooing it into the skin.” She rubbed her arms. “But it can also be used if something happens to a magician’s magic. As long as it was drawn before the ability to wield magic is lost.”
It didn’t take him long to make the leap in logic. “So, basically, if all the magicians draw a vial of blood and then are hit with the Harman sap, they could theoretically reclaim their powers?”
“Yes!” Opal said.
No wonder they’d been so enthusiastic. He thought through the logistics. “When I contact the Master Magicians, I’ll warn them about the sap. They’ll have to find enough syringes for everyone and someone who isn’t squeamish to draw the blood.”
“They only need a few syringes,” Opal said. “The blood can be stored in glass vials.”
“How do they preserve the samples?” he asked.
“The masters can do it,” Opal said. “And I believe Teegan will be able to do it for you and the others who are here.”
Valek hadn’t even considered his own magic. It was so new, and he hadn’t had time to come to terms with it. The thought of being hit by the Harman sap didn’t upset him, but he would take the steps needed to preserve the ability, just in case.
When news about the Harman countermeasure circulated, the mood in the farmhouse was positively buoyant. Valek spent the next few days reviewing the plan with his team leaders in the small office. Since Teegan and Leif had the ability to mentally communicate with the Master Magicians, they’d been assigned as the principals. Even though Zethan could only receive a mental communication, he was also picked to be a lead.
“Don’t try to contact the masters when you first arrive,” Valek instructed them. “There are other magicians in the garrisons who are seeking magic, and we don’t want to tip them off that you’re nearby.”
“Shouldn’t the magicians be on our side by then?” Teegan asked.