Magic Mourning

Helpless was not a feeling Charlie was used to having to deal with, but that was exactly how she felt now that her powers had been zapped from her. It was the same for the rest of the mages of the Nightshade Guild as well. Now all she could think about was doing all she could to get their powers back, no matter the cost. The Time Scythe, an ancient artifact created by one of the most powerful Elvin crafters and blacksmiths, called to her. It was trying to tell her something, but what she wasn t sure. Maybe if she could find it, she would also find the answers to her questions. The problem was, she wasn t the only one looking for it. Hack, Charlie s absentee father, was also out to find it, and she was all too aware what would happen if he got his hands on it first. The scythe in the hands of anyone could be dangerous; the scythe in the hands of someone power hungry and working with the enemy could be catastrophic. Now, with time running out, Charlie had other obstacles in her way. Her life was changing faster than she was ready for, and there was no way to stop it. She was going to have to learn how to fight without her magic in order help the Nightshade Guild find clues to get their magic restored.