Enchanted Little Endings – Sara C Roethle

I thought of the little settlement Silvana and her people had built— the cottages, the small dining hall, and the strange trees. I was only there a night though, and it was a tense time. My thoughts wandered to how Crispin had been so worried about me, and blaming himself for bringing us there. I started to lose focus and chastised myself, turning my attention to pulling equally from each of the guys.

But I still sensed extra magic coming to me from Crispin, maybe a lingering effect of my focus on him. Either way, as I released the magic, the cool light of a portal erupted. I squinted my eyes at its brightness, waiting for it to settle into place like in the goblin realm. But instead it tugged at me. I wasn’t creating a proper pathway, I was traveling. Crispin grabbed on to me last minute, making the magic flare brighter. The other guys reached for me too, but their hands seemed to pass right through me.

Then we were gone, in a suspended state for several heartbeats before touching down on lush green grass. My knees gave out and I slumped to the ground. I could feel the energy in the place, like Emerald Heights, only more. So much more. We must have come to a different place than the pocket realm because I didn’t recognize the trees. My pulse kicked up, but I willed it to slow. We were fine. I had the Realm Breaker in my hand. I hadn’t stabbed myself with it when I fell.

We could make it back to Emerald Heights as soon as we recovered. Crispin stood, then offered me a hand up. I took it, my vision clouding then returning. Whatever we’d done, it had required a lot of energy. Even with the help of the guys, I felt totally drained, so maybe we wouldn’t be returning right away. “What the hells happened?” I asked.

Crispin’s eyes were narrowed, gazing out toward the horizon. The sun, just one sun, was at its full height in the sky, but it was a cool day. Cooler than it had been in Emerald Heights. A lone bird sang an unusual, melancholy song from one of the nearby trees. The tree looked like a sycamore, but its bark was a more perfect white, and its large leaves were vibrant yellow.

“I could feel you tugging on my magic,” Crispin said. “I think you placed a little too much intent on me, and not on creating the pathway.” “Vain much?” I glanced around again, trying to get my bearings. “Eva, you brought us all the way to my home realm.” I whipped around, my eyes wide. He lifted a hand and roots shot out of the ground, then writhed around him like giant worms, dripping clods of dirt. “You can do that on earth too,” I accused. “With great effort, and at great cost to myself.”

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover Art by Jervy Bonifacio Chapter Artwork by Redhead Trickster OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue OceanofPDF.com T 1 he windows were open in Crispin’s tower, letting in a breeze heavily scented with wildflowers.

It could hardly contend though with Crispin‘s own spring-like scent as I peeked over his shoulder at the star maps spread across the table. Unable to make sense of the maps, I looked at the elf instead. His slacks today were houndstooth done in two shades of dark brown. His button up was deep green. In my opinion, no one could pull off an outfit quite like Crispin. Not that the other guys couldn’t hold their own.

Gabriel was more practical. Generic street clothes to fit in whilst in the city, or more antiquated goblin-style in the Bogs. Mistral was always goblin-style, and I really couldn’t picture him in anything else but the buttery soft fabrics that must have been spun by pixies to be so perfect. And Sebastian…

Well, he wore a lot of black. And just recently all four of them had lost all of their clothing with me in a magical meadow— I cut off my own thoughts, turning my attention back to the star maps. “You actually understand this?” I traced my fingers across a line between constellations. According to Marcie, the maps given to us by my mother were ancient, but since they were created by magic they were perfectly preserved.

We might need them to track my grandfather, but if not, we would definitely need them to chart new smaller pathways to each of the realms, testing the waters. “In theory.” Crispin’s gaze remained on the top-map. “I did use a star map to make it here from my home realm.

Celestial maps, however, have a bit less detail. Navigating the stars is in your blood. You don’t need the specific calculations the rest of us do.”

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