Scroll Transference

“Can you sense it?” he asked. He touched the edge of the scroll. “Can you guess what it is?”

It was so light in her talons. It didn’t feel like anything much. Not like something that could change the whole future.

She could guess, but she knew he didn’t really want her to. “Tell me,” she said.

“I took all my animus power,” he said, “and I put it in here.”

She blinked at him. “All — all of it?”

“It’s not in me anymore,” he said. “Now it’s like I’m not an animus at all, so my soul is safe. Everyone’s safe. Watch.” He picked up one of his inkwells. “Inkwell, I command you to fly up and touch the ceiling.”

A little shiver of fear ran through Clearsight’s wings — but the inkwell didn’t move. It sat innocently on Darkstalker’s palm, thoroughly uninterested in flying anywhere.

Darkstalker C11