Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Do you understand now?” he asked of no one in
particular. “Do you see at last what you’re dealing
with?”
Ethan glanced at Adams and saw despair in his
eyes. He let his gaze drop to the pistol lying on the
ground before the man. Adams nodded.
Conflare ex ligno evocatum. Heat, conjured from
wood.
It was a more difficult spell, fueled as it was by the
wood of a branch rather than by mere leaves. But it
made for a more powerful casting. His conjuring
rumbled in the ground like thunder.
Darrow cast as well. Another warding, of course.
But again, Ethan’s spell wasn’t intended for the
conjurer, at least not directly.
Darrow cried out, jerking his hand back. The bullets
fell to the ground, now a mass of molten lead. And at
the same moment, Adams dove to the ground, grabbed
his pistol, and fired.
As before, no one moved. Darrow let out another
laugh, breathless with surprise. But then he fell to his
knees, blood blossoming over his heart.