Trace sat, still and concentrating. His magic would return. He knew it would, it was only just a matter of time.
And he only needed a small amount to force himself awake. After all, Anaisa had learned to do it even though she had no magic at all!
Well, used to have no magic. He frowned, trying to breathe slowly and deeply. Restfully. Maybe if he rested here, his magic would return more quickly?
Finally, what could have been seconds or ages later, he felt some small bit of it in his soul. Would it be enough, or would he waste it trying, and have to begin again?
Patience was not a great virtue to him right now. It was an inconvenience.
He counted to one hundred, waiting for the tiny speck of it to grow into something usable.
And then, he gasped.
His eyes opened to a confusing brown ceiling. Where had they taken him??
"Shh," A voice hushed him with anxiety, and he saw his niece's face.
