Chapter 96 Ours

• Theodore
• The rush of power was heady, but the sight of what that magic was doing stole my breath with awe. The stones we'd had transported lifted into the air as if lifted by a giant invisible hand, melting, molding and slotting into place with perfect precision into the phantom constructs I'd seen earlier. Towers rose from the earth, walls stretched toward the sky, and archways reformed in a dance of stonework and magic. I shivered, feeling giddy as I watched the castle rebuild itself. A shocked gasp drew my attention and I hurried outside as the doorways reformed including hinges and ancient doors. When I got to the front steps of the castle, went still.
• It wasn't just the castle—the town, the old city walls, this fortress from the paved streets to the decorative archways separating the palace courtyard from the rest of the fortress—every piece of history was being rebuilt. Magic swepts out and down the steps. I followed the wave of it, watched ancient symbols carve themselves into the corners and over the archways. I didn’t know exactly what they said.