Page 111 of Wedded Witch

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Page 111 of Wedded Witch

“He did say something about her potential. But this is different. This is powerful magic.”

“Yeah, and look at this,” Ri says, flipping to the next page. There’s a diagram showing a circle surrounded by various symbols. “It details how to harness Aether magic. But it requires a deep connection with the source—almost like a bond.”

Mavis steps up beside us, her gaze keen and focused. “This is good. Very good. If Swyn can master Aether magic, she couldwield power like no one else. It might even help us confront Morfran. But she’ll need your bond to do it. You four have elemental magic, which she’ll need to draw on to access the Aether.”

I glance at Ri and Kel, both of us digesting Mavis’s words. There’s a glimmer of hope in the air, a flicker of something that feels almost tangible.

“We need to help her learn to control it then,” I say, the urgency in my voice sharpening. “If this is the key, we can’t waste any more time.”

“Right,” Kel agrees, a determined look crossing his face. “Let’s see what else this book has. There has to be something here we can use to guide her.”

We gather around the book, the warmth of our bond steadying me as we delve deeper into the pages. The energy is thrumming between us, a potent reminder of what’s at stake.

Swyn isn’t just a piece in this game—we’re all intertwined now, bonded by something ancient and powerful. Something more powerful than blood and love.

As we scan through the spells and incantations, I can’t help but feel the weight of the legacy we’re carrying. Each word feels like a step toward reclaiming our fate, toward breaking the chains that have bound us for too long.

Finally, Ri looks up, his eyes alight with a mix of excitement and caution.

“There’s a section here about forging connections with the Aether. It says that to master it, one must experience the magic in its purest form—through emotion. It’s all about the bonds we share.”

“That makes sense,” I say, rubbing my chest where I can psychically feel the bond that’s just formed between us and Swyn. “We’re stronger together, and so is she.”

“Exactly,” Mavis adds, a proud smile creeping onto her face. “It’s time for her to step into her power. And with our support, she’ll do just that.”

If Aether magic is truly the key to defeating Morfran, then we’re ready to help her harness it. Together, we’ll face whatever challenges lie ahead.

We’re bound by magic, by duty, and now, more than ever, by love.

The air shiftsthe second we step into Swyn’s ancestral home. It smells like old magic and something else, something heavier, like the weight of centuries pressing down on us.

The moment we cross the threshold, it feels like walking into a memory, a place that belongs to the past but knows it has one last role to play.

Kel and Ri are quiet beside me. We all feel it—the quiet hum of magic in the walls, the sense that this house isn’t just a place to convene anymore.

It’s where we’ll make our final stand. Where Morfran will come for her.

Swyn.

She’s waiting for us in the main room, standing in front of the old fireplace, her silhouette bathed in the flickering glow of firelight. My breath catches for a second.

She looks different. Stronger. There’s something in her eyes that wasn’t there before—confidence, maybe? Or clarity. She’s no longer torn between her past and her future. She’s decided.

Her eyes land on me first, and something inside me shifts, like a magnetic pull deep in my chest. The bond has settled. I can sense her in a way I couldn’t before—like an extra heartbeat inside my body, always there, always pounding in rhythm with my own.

She crosses the room quickly, her smile soft, though there’s a tension behind it. The air between us crackles with that same pull, a kind of invisible thread stretching between her and all four of us.

Even Kel’s not joking around now, his usual carefree grin nowhere to be found. We all feel it.

Without a word, Swyn steps up to me, her hand pressing lightly against my chest. It’s a small gesture, but it says everything.

Her touch grounds me, reminds me that we’re bound now—fully. She’s part of me, and I’m part of her. The mate bond is complete.

“Sol,” she whispers, and that’s enough. I lean into her touch, my forehead resting against hers for just a moment.

“You’re okay?” I ask, though I already know the answer. She’s more than okay. She’s something else now.

She nods, and the shadow of a smile ghosts her lips. “I am. I think… I’m ready.”




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