Chapter 15

From start to finish the process of infusing my body’s energy field with magic proved intense. Every two hours, around the clock, I forced down six ounces of thick purplish sludge. If I fell asleep, Gwendoline woke me up to make sure I didn’t miss my dose. She was relentlessly diligent. I thought the taste and texture of her horrific magical concoction would eventually grow on me, but after a full week I still shuddered with each swallow.

Gwendoline made a point of reminding me how brave and strong I was. She pointed out that very few humans who weren’t born magical are able to withstand the necessary steps to acquire it.  Once again, she mused on the fact that I had magic hidden within me.  She also assured me that step one of drinking the sludge was the worst step.

When, on day number seven she told me I’d forced the last drop of sludge I would ever have to ingest down my throat, I literally did a happy dance.  It not only broug