Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Ava: Imbalance

"You're really bad at taking care of yourself, aren't you?"

The little bit of life I'd managed to bring back to the forest is already dwindling, but the spirit—Grimoire, I'm pretty sure—is floating in the air when I open my eyes, lying on their side with their head propped on their hand.

"Excuse me?" What a welcome.

"Not eating. Don't even notice you have a fever. Wild magic inside of you." They shake their head. "You'll implode at this rate."

A fever? My forehead feels cool to touch. "I don't have a fever."

"Your hand is as hot as your—never mind. Not my problem if humans want to kill themselves." They roll over, presenting their back to me.

"What do you mean by wild magic? And why would I implode?"

The spirit waves their hand dismissively, not even bothering to look at me. Their indifference is frustrating.

Last time, they spoke with me after I connected with the magic hidden here.

Fine. If that's what it takes to get answers, I'll try again.

Once I focus, the hidden magic pulses beneath the lake, calling my attention.

I touch my forehead discreetly. It feels cool to me, but the spirit's words nag at the back of my mind. Could I really have a fever?

Pushing the thought aside, I concentrate on the magic thrumming beneath the water, the faintest whisper of it grazing the land. Reaching out with my senses, I try to coax it to life once more.

At first, nothing happens. The forest remains silent, the air still. But then, slowly, I feel a warmth spreading from my fingertips. It travels up my arms, settling in my chest before radiating outward.

The golden glow returns, seeping from my hands into the ground. It spreads like veins through the earth, bringing color and vitality.

inside me, different from

surprise,

"You're more persistent

you'll answer my questions

regarding me with those unfathomable eyes.

bite back a frustrated sigh. Why can't magical beings ever give straight answers? Is it against some

law. It's just how

forgot they can read my thoughts. "Okay, then what should I

why you're here?" They gesture to the revitalized forest around us. "You seek more

from my teacher. I'm on

problem with you humans. Never paying attention. There are no ornate rules to magic.

a little

doesn't feel that

a spirit, and I'm

sass in your head for someone asking

my throat, trying to keep my thoughts out

spirit nods, a knowing look in their eyes. "You don't understand what you're trying to control, and therein lies the danger. Wild magic, untamed and uncontrolled, is a force of nature. It responds to your emotions, your desires, but without proper guidance, it can consume you. It isn't like electricity, flowing only within the conduits they've installed. It's

needed a teacher

spinning slowly until they're upside down, seafoam-colored hair reaching the ground. They look ridiculous, despite the

requires balance," they explain. "What you're doing now is drawing power from the world around you, but you're not giving anything back. It's

mentioned witches gave back. Is this what

"Yes."

how do wizards

with an otherworldly light as they consider my question. Their body continues to rotate slowly in the air, defying gravity in a way that makes my head spin if I

voice taking on a slightly mocking tone, "they think they're so clever. They've found a

lean forward, eager to understand. "What

they funnel that excess energy into these constructs. Imagine a

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