125 Aniyoh

"Aniyoh, what in the name of the gods is happening to her?"

Lucian's voice was panicked. Frantic even. Aniyoh had never heard anything remotely close to the fear in his voice before today. He wasn't wrong for being scared for her, though, she thought ruefully.

"She's channeled too much onya, too much magic. I've heard of such stories happening when I taught at the academy, but it was more of a story to scare young girls into not being foolhardy with magic. Witches as powerful as Caroline are once in a generation if that. She needs to release some or…" Aniyoh's urgent whisper trailed off. She prayed Lucian wouldn't ask for further clarification.

"Or what, Aniyoh?" Damn Lucian.

"She'll die."

A soft groan escaped from his lips as he sank to his knees next to where Aniyoh knelt by Caroline's still body.