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238 Ava: A History of Magic

"That makes sense. Finished with my vegetables-all crunchy and drowning in garlic, which. seems to be a favorite Fac flavor-I attack the first steak on my plate. It looks similar to chicken, and has some sort of thick layer of cheese melted over it.

Once it enters my mouth, I have to bite back a groan.

Delicious.

Everything I eat here is good. I need to ask Magister Orion about learning how to create food. out of nowhere, but I'm too busy shoveling the food in my mouth to ask something so practical. Besides, I'm not able to replicate the magic anyway.

Later.

I'm definitely going to learn it later.

It would really come in handy.

"When we introduce ourselves, we rarely include our family names. It is always our full name and title, if we have one. You humans have both names as your identity, and so we often use them. If it bothers you, I can always call you by your short name."

"It doesn't bother me at all, I assure him, stabbing into another bite. "If you use titles, I should probably mention that Vanessa is a Healer in the Westwood Pack." But I can't remember her last

name.

What's her last name? Shit, I'm a terrible person. I'm pretty sure she introduced herself with her full name when we first met. Then again, I was pretty out of it.

Still.

I should know this.

"My apologies, Healer Vanessa. I've been remiss in my manners. May I ask your full name?" Vanessa straightens in her chair,

there was someone else with that name, but I can't

You've met

She must be his

for what feels like ages now, and I didn't even know she had

to my people and learn more about them, and I failed with

just run up to a friend and ask them a thousand questions about their family life and histories? Such things come out in time. Vanessa doesn't

her mate; it's no surprise she doesn't talk about

spiral in my chest. That's right. I didn't even know she was mated to Vester for ages.

mated couples. Then again, as I think has been established several times now, Blackwood

eyes twinkling. "A pleasure to make your proper acquaintance, Healer Vanessa Thorn. And you, sir?" He turns to Marcus,

Finley," he says, his voice gruff but

when he's on duty-which, right now, is

I properly introduce myself as well. He stands, his massive frame

to my plate. Grand Sorcerer? I knew Magister Orion was important, but this sounds like a lot more than just some old man

clutch with the important questions. "I've heard of many terms now-magician, witch, wizards.

Illusionist, arcanist, shaman. While every school of magic focused and taught in different specialties, the core of human magic is always the same. It comes from within, an innate magic that has deep ties

all about her food, leaning over the table as

world around us. To nature. To the air we breathe. We cannot create from nothing, but we can encourage or manipulate

nothing, then how did you make

for asking the questions my sluggish brain can't come up with, too over-awed by the

interesting, but my eyelids threaten to

A History

a struggle to stay

within us. But it is incredibly rare. There are those who believe that I have human blood within my veins. It's always. possible, though

powerful, I've spent my entire life trying to gather as much knowledge as possible about the magic taught by humans. And thus I am also a Magister. A teacher of magic. As a Grand Sorcerer, I am the bridge between the human and Fae worlds for magical affairs. As Magister, I am the bridge between humans