Rough Magic
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Calypso smiled nervously. “My magic is gone,” she said. “How will I protect myself?”
“I have enough magic for everyone,” Chiara said, flatly. Calypso stared at her. What did she mean by that?
“You could come with me,” Chiara said, answering Calypso’s thought.
Calypso felt both hope and fear. “Where are you going?” she asked.
Chiara shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “Everywhere. Somewhere. I need to learn how to be a dragon. You need to learn how to be a mortal woman.”
“I think you have the easier job,” Calypso said, glumly.
Chiara laughed. “I think you’re right,” she said. She held out her hand to Calypso. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s seek out some brave new world together. We’ll find a place where we can both learn to be free.”
Calypso took her hand. Their scars touched again. “Yes,” she said.
The End