The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch

He spoke words again, but these were different. Softer, almost like a whisper, with a quality that seemed designed to make them blend into background noise rather than stand out.

”Vel’mora ashent’shadow... hide’kin from sight... ashent’unremarkable...”

As he spoke, something shifted in the air around him. Not visible in any clear way, but perceptible....a kind of blurring, a fading, a quality that made the eye want to slide away rather than focus.

”Watch,” he said, his voice still soft and blending, ”but not too directly. Do not focus your attention on me. Let your awareness be peripheral. Soft.”

Morgana attempted to do as he instructed, and what she found was that Atheris became increasingly difficult to perceive. Not because he had disappeared, but because her mind kept wanting to ignore him, to consider him not worth paying attention to.

It was an incredibly sophisticated form of magic.

”This is what you must learn,” Atheris said, his voice barely above a whisper now. ”Not to hide. Not to disappear. But to become so unremarkable that the human mind dismisses you as unimportant. The palace staff will see you walk past and forget you within moments. Guards will notice you but will not remember your face. This is your protection.”

He released the spell, becoming fully visible and audible again.

”Come,” he said. ”We will practice.”

For the next period of time, Atheris taught Morgana the words and the methodology of the concealment spell. It was less about power and more about finesse...about understanding how human attention worked, how perception functioned, how to make herself blend into any environment.

She learned to use it while moving, so that she could walk through the palace without being noticed. She learned to use it while standing still, so that she could observe others without being observed. She learned to use it while speaking, so that her words would be barely registered by those who heard them.

”This is survival magic,” Atheris told her. ”When the fire magic might draw attention, when your power might be discovered, when revelation might bring danger....this is what will protect you.”

Morgana practiced the spell until she could activate it and deactivate it almost instantly, until she could maintain it while performing complex tasks, until she could feel the shift in how people perceived her when she deployed it.

It was exhilarating and exhausting in equal measure.

***

The sky beyond the cave entrance was beginning to lighten.

Not much, There were still hours before dawn would fully arrive.

”There is one more thing,” Atheris said, and his voice had become very serious. ”One more spell that I must teach you before you leave for the palace. This is the most powerful magic you have learned, and it is also the most dangerous. You must promise me that you will not attempt it in the palace. You must promise me that you will only use it in circumstances of absolute necessity, because if you do, the kings will sense it and they will do everything to locate its origin. ”

”I promise,” Morgana said immediately, hearing the weight in his tone.

”This magic,” Atheris continued, ”is the calling of elements. It is the expression of power so complete, so total, that it reshapes the world around you. It is beautiful and terrible in equal measure.”

He rose to his feet, his massive body unfolding once more, and he led her to the very center of the cave....the highest point where the ceiling soared furthest above.

”This spell requires you to hold multiple concepts in your mind simultaneously,” he said. ”It requires you to understand the interconnectedness of all magic. It requires you to be fully present and fully powerful in the same moment. It is not magic you can do while distracted. It is magic that demands your complete attention and your complete self.”

He taught her the words. They were longer and more complex than the others, seeming to contain layers of meaning within single syllables.

”Vel’kor ashent’maina... vel’mor ashent’fire... vel’mor ashent’storm... vel’mor ashent’stone... vel’mor ashent’light...”

He had her repeat them until they began to feel natural in her mouth, until she could speak them without having to consciously think through each word.

”Now,” he said, ”feel for the elements. Not just fire, which you already know. But wind, and stone, and the very light itself. Feel how they are all connected. Feel how they are all expressions of the same underlying magic.”

Morgana closed her eyes and opened herself to that awareness.

And she felt it.

Wind, surrounding her, waiting for direction. Stone beneath her feet, patient and enduring, ready to respond to her will. Fire within her, eager and ready. And light....the subtle magic of light itself, the interplay of illumination and shadow, of visibility and concealment.

”Now,” Atheris commanded, ”speak the spell. But do not speak it like you are commanding. Speak it like you are calling. Like you are asking the elements to join you in dance.”

Morgana opened her eyes and began to speak the words.

The first few syllables seemed to hang in the air. The cave itself seemed to hold its breath.

Then, as she continued, something shifted.

Wind erupted around her...not violent, but alive with intention. It swirled in response to her words, lifting her hair, carrying her cloak out behind her like wings. She could feel the movement of air responding to subtle shifts in her tone, subtle gestures of her hands.

The stone beneath her feet began to tremble slightly. The stone was acknowledging her, answering her call, showing that it would bend to her will if she asked it to.

Fire answered next, rising within her, manifesting around her in patterns that matched her intentions. But it was not wild fire, it was controlled, purposeful, part of the greater symphony of elements responding to her call.

And then light responded.

The magical luminescence that suffused the cave intensified, responding to her call, deepening and brightening in rhythms that matched her heartbeat, that matched her breathing, that matched the fundamental pulse of her magic.

She stood at the center of a tempest of elements....wind and stone and fire and light, all of them responding to her will, all of them part of her, all of them expressions of the power that dwelt within her being.

For just a moment, everything was perfect.

Then she released the spell, and the elements fell away like a sigh.

Morgana stood breathless in the center of the cave, tears streaming down her face from the sheer intensity of the experience, her entire body vibrating with the echoes of power.

”This is what you are,” Atheris said, his voice barely above a whisper. ”This is what you contain. This is the truth that cannot be hidden forever. This is why the ancient ones recognized you. This is why the kings sense something extraordinary about you. This is why you are so significant.”