Chapter Fifteen: Syrra

"What the fuck?" Kaine shrieks and I double over laughing, clutching my aching stomach. He looks at me with panic in his eyes. "Please tell me you can fix this?"

I look at the black splotches appearing on his hands and then at his face again and I can't stop laughing.

"Syrra!" he shouts, his voice going higher.

"Alright alright," I snort. I mutter a few words under my breath and wave my hand. The spots start to fade and Kaine sighs loudly.

"Holy crap this is terrifying," he mumbles. He sits across from me, both of us on the marble floor of the palace.

I grin. "Yeah, you mess up one word and you get a disease instead of a cloud," I chuckle.

"Are there any spells that aren't in Latin? Mine's not exactly very good," he murmurs.

"Yeah there are quite a few, most of them just aren't very powerful or exciting," I shrug.

"Do you think there are any I could do?" he asks.

I think for a moment, chewing on my lip. "Hold on a minute