Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
This isn’t working.
I’m going about this all wrong.
But what the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t see anything. I can’t hear anything. I’m not about to try drinking the water, even if someone tells me it’s the source of all magic. So what else can I do?
I’ve been…
Fuck.
Wait a second.
I’m relying too much on what I can see, on what my physical senses are telling me. But this place… it’s not real. Not in the way the physical world is. It’s connected to my magic somehow. Beeling like a dunce I close my eyes. Instead of trying to see or hear or smell. I reach out th something else. That intangible sense that’s connected to my magic.
At first, there’s nothing. The world around me feels empty, devoid of the energy I’m searching for. But as I push harder, shoving away all thoughts of the physical world, I sense… something.
It’s faint at first, barely a whisper against my magical senses. But it’s there. A warmth, a golden glow that seems to emanate from… the pond?
My eyes snap open, and I stare at the inky black water with newfound understanding. There, beneath the surface, is a source of magic. It pulses gently, like a beating heart, warm and inviting.
Thunderstruck, I can only laugh. “Oh, hell no. There is absolutely no way I’m going in that water. Not even for a little bit of magic.”
The very thought of submerging myself in that black water sends a shudder through me. Who knows what else might lurk beneath the surface? No, thank you. I’ll find another way.
But how? The magic is there, I can sense it now. It calls to me, begging for me to reach it. But it might as well be on the moon for all the good it does me here on the shore.
pace along the edge of the pond, my mind racing. There has to be a way to access that magic without taking a dip in nightmare fuel. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I can… I don’t know. Connect with it?
Settling down on the dead leaves at the water’s edge, I close my eyes again. This time, instead of just sensing the magic, I try to reach for it. In my mind, I imagine tendrils of my own power stretching out, seeking that golden warmth.
Nothing happens, of course,
“Son of a bitch!”
Seriously, what’s the point of this magic when I can’t do anything with it?!
I push harder, straining with all my might to make some kind of connection with that tantalizing source of power. Sweat beads on my forehead from the effort.
Still nothing.
It’s there. Tantalizing, just beyond reach.
But nothing.
No connection between us.
With a cry of frustration, I slam my fist into the ground. Dead leaves crumble beneath my hand. “Why won’t you just—“
My words cut off as I feel… something. A spark. A connection
My eyes fly open, and I gasp. Where my hand touches the ground, a faint golden glow spreads outward. It’s barely visible, like sunlight filtering through murky water, but it’s there.
Heart pounding, I press my palm more firmly against the forest floor. The glow intensifies slightly, spreading further. I can feel it now, a warmth seeping up through my skin, traveling along my arm.
It’s the magic from the pond. Somehow, it’s not confined to the water. It’s here, in the very earth beneath my feet.
A laugh bubbles up from my chest, half disbelief and half triumph. “Well, would you look at that?” Encouraged, I place my other hand on the ground as well. The glow spreads further, creating a small circle of light around me. It’s beautiful, a stark contrast to the gloomy forest surrounding me.
I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation. The magic feels… different from what I’ve experienced before. It’s not the raw, primal power of the Moon Goddess, nor is it the structured, disciplined energy I’ve been trying to work with in my training.
This magic feels wild. Untamed. Like a force of nature that can’t be reasoned with. It reminds me of the feeling I get when I’m running through the forest, wind in my hair, heart pounding with the thrill of freedom.
The glow continues to spread, pushing back the darkness of the forest. With each passing moment, I feel stronger, more alive. It’s intoxicating.
It isn’t under my control; it spreads without my thought or push. I’m little more than a conduit. The dark water slowly changes, from black to navy. Then, slowly, into a glossy blue that reflects the sun.
And hints of green.
Green, from the leaves sprouting on oncedead branches. From the unfurling trees once again reaching high to the sky.
It’s limited to the area surrounding me, but there’s life here, where there was once nothing at all.
A comfortable buzz against my wrist catches my attention, and I glance down at the silver bracelet Dr. Blackwell gave me.
It’s glowing, with the faintest hint of lavender aura around it.
Is that what’s allowed me to tap into the magic of this place?
“No. It’s just enjoying the door you finally opened:
I leap to my feet, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” My eyes dart around the forest, searching for the source of the voice.
Silence. Nothing but trees and shadows.
“Oh, for the love of-” The voice cuts through the air again, dripping with sarcasm. “Why are you acting like I’m some sort of attacker? You’re the one who barged in here and woke me up.”
I spin in a circle, trying to pinpoint where it’s coming from. The voice is… odd. Not quite feminine, not quite masculine. Young, maybe? “Show yourself!”
“Why does it matter if I’m male or female?” The voice sounds annoyed now. “Honestly, you humans and your obsession with categorizing everything.”
“I’m just trying to figure out who you are,” I say, eyes narrowed as I scan the area. Something moves in my peripheral vision, and I whirl toward the pond.
The dark surface ripples, then bulges upward. My breath catches as a figure begins to rise from the water.
Slowly, it emergesfirst a head, then shoulders, torso, legs. Water cascades off its form as it steps onto the shore. I take an involuntary step back, my mind reeling.
The figure before me is… ethereal. Androgynous. Its skin shimmers with an otherworldly iridescence, like moonlight on water. Hair the color of seafoam falls in waves past its shoulders. Its eyes are the deep bluegreen of the ocean, with flecks of gold that seem to dance and shift. It they?-cocks their head to the side, regarding me with a mixture of curiosity and irritation. “Well? Are you satisfied now that you can see me? Or do you need me to provide a detailed anatomical breakdown?”
I blink, trying to process what I’m seeing. “What… who are you?”
They roll their eyes. “I’m the spirit of this place. Or I was, before it started dying. They gesture at the small patch of greenery surrounding us. “Though I suppose I should thank you for the little bit of life you’ve managed to bring back.”
My mind races, trying to make sense of this. A spirit? Like… a nature spirit or something?
There should be nothing in this world capable of surprising me, yet here I am, sent reeling once- again.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say, my voice softer now. “I was just trying to connect with the magic here. Wherever this is.”
The spirit’s expression softens slightly. “Yes, well, it’s been a long time since anyone’s been able to do that. Most just pass through without even noticing.”
I take a tentative step closer. “What happened here? Why is everything… dead?”
A shadow passes over their face. The magic is fading. Has been for a lon life here withers away.”
“But why?” I ask, my curiosity overriding my initial fear.
time. Without it, the
They shrug, a surprisingly human gesture. “Who knows? The ways of magic are mysterious, even to those of us who are born of it.
The strange figure moves closer, their head cocked. “You carry the legacy of witches, but have the mark of a wizard. What are you?”
“Me?” Startled, I point at myself. “What am I?”
The way they stare at me leaves me feeling about two inches small. “Yes, you. Who else is here?”
Good point.
“I’m a wolf shifter-“I can see the blankness in their eyes almost immediately. “Uh, a Lycan. But I’m also a witch. Or a wizard. Magician? Something like that.”
“They are all the same,” they admit, pacing around me as they inspect me like something strange.
I’m not the strange one here, okay. You are! You’re the strange one!