Chapter 264: One Last Try (2)
As the wind whistled through the air atop where Madeline stood. Her frantic gaze looked down on the vast circle etched into the ground. The ground beneath her feet felt charged with an ancient energy, pulsating through her being as she took a deep breath and focused on her magical abilities. She was afraid to think about the battle that went on down there, afraid to think of everyone who had done their best to keep her safe till now, the least she could do to repay her debt to them was not give up.
The twinkling lights that danced around her fingers slowly created tiny fragments in the air. It was the first time she had seen her magical energy scatter into little pieces of twinkling fragments, but as she kept on with the last step that had always been difficult for her body to subdue, she somehow, unbeknownst to her, managed to pull it off with one last pull of her strength, and the scattered fragments that hovered in front of her, suddenly linked themselves together, forming one whole energy as it took the shape of a glistening white orb.
With her hands cupped forward, the glowing energy orb rested on her palm, and when the lights died down, she was holding a small golden amulet. It emanated a soft ethereal glow, and when Madeline glanced down at her chest where the flicker of light was still visible, it no longer glowed in its usual white light but a strange ethereal golden glow that matched the color of the amulet.
"You’ve gotten the amulet!" The voice of Napoleon snapped Madeline from her trance, and she looked at Napoleon whose eyes had lit-up with hope and a look of disbelief. Madeline stared at the amulet that had been formed from her powers, and she hardly remembers Napoleon telling her anything about an amulet. She had gotten her scepter just by thinking about it, but she never asked for an amulet.
"What.... What am I supposed to do with this?"
"No one has ever been able to summon the amulet of Whitebridge." Napoleon voiced out as if he could hardly believe it, "the amulet had been passed down through generations of powerful sorcerers. The engravings you see represent the many spells it had witnessed throughout centuries. I had only read about it, but I have never seen one before, I was starting to believe it was a fallacy."
"Fallacy?" Madeline’s gaze returned to the shimmering glow of the amulet in her palm. "You mean not even my Mother had used this?"
"I’m afraid not." Napoleon shook his head before letting his cryptic gaze fall on the circle. In the middle, there was a hole on the circle that had been ignored for years. Since no one knew the use of it, they had left it untouched and only focused on creating the barrier spell. Just how many little details had been left out?
"I’ve been wondering..." Madeline uttered softly before grasping the amulet tightly in her palm, "one has to channel their powers into something before it works. They say all things are a subject to interpretation, whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of its power, not the truth." She looked at Napoleon, "Mother’s interpretation was never wrong, it was only different, but not wrong. My powers interpretation was different from Mother’s, and I know that this amulet will make it easier to complete the barrier spell."