Chapter 294 The Blood Magic

Chapter 294: Chapter 294 The Blood Magic

Talia’s POV

The taste of blood filled my mouth.

I bit down hard on my palm, and I felt the skin break beneath my teeth. The pain was sharp, but I did not stop. I bit deeper, and I felt the warm blood pooling in my mouth.

I pulled my hand away, and I looked at the blood welling up from the wound. It was dark red, almost black in the dim torchlight. It was my blood. Silvertongue blood.

"Talia," my mother said, her voice filled with worry. "Are you sure about this?"

I looked at her, and I saw the fear in her tired eyes. She was afraid for me. She was always afraid for me.

"I am sure, Mother," I said.

I pressed my bleeding palm against the silver bars.

The blood touched the metal, and I felt a jolt run through my body. The silver hissed, and I saw steam rising from the bars. The blood was burning into the metal, eating away at it.

I gasped, and I felt the warmth spreading through my chest. The magic was stirring. It was weak, but it was there.

"Speak the old language," my mother said. "The words of our ancestors. They will give the blood power."

I closed my eyes, and I searched my mind for the words. I had heard them in my dreams. I had read them in my mother’s journal. They were buried deep in my memory, waiting to be found.

I opened my mouth, and the words came out.

"Sha’kala mor’eth," I whispered. "Vas’kala sil’verath."

The blood on the bars began to glow. The silver hissed louder, and I saw cracks forming in the metal.

"Again," my mother said. "Say it again."

I took a breath, and I spoke louder. "Sha’kala mor’eth. Vas’kala sil’verath."

The cracks grew deeper. The silver was breaking.

I pressed my palm harder against the bars, and I felt the blood flowing freely from the wound. The pain was intense, but I did not stop. I could not stop.

"One more time," my mother said. "Say it with everything you have."

I opened my eyes, and I looked at the bars. The cracks were spreading, but they were not breaking. I needed more. I needed to give it everything.

I raised my bleeding hand, and I pressed it against the bars one last time.

"Sha’kala mor’eth! Vas’kala sil’verath!"

The words exploded from my mouth, and I felt the power surge through my body. The blood on the bars burst into light, and the silver shattered.

The bars exploded outward, raining down around me. I stumbled back, and I felt the pain shooting through my arm.

I looked at my hand. The wound was still bleeding, and I could see the raw flesh beneath the blood. But I did not care.

Because the bars were gone.

I looked at my mother, and I saw the tears streaming down her face.

"Talia," she whispered. "You did it."

I stepped forward, and I reached through the broken bars. "Mother," I said. "Come with me."

She reached for my hand, and I helped her out of the cell. She was so thin, so fragile. But she was alive. She was free.

"Mother," I said. "We need to go. The guards will come back."

She nodded, and I helped her stand. Kaelen pushed himself up from the floor, his body swaying.

"We need to move," he said.

I looked at my mother, then at Kaelen. They were both weak. They were both suffering. But we were together.

"Come on," I said. "We are getting out of here.

The taste of blood filled my mouth.

I bit down hard on my palm, and I felt the skin break beneath my teeth. The pain was sharp, but I did not stop. I bit deeper, and I felt the warm blood pooling in my mouth.

I pulled my hand away, and I looked at the blood welling up from the wound. It was dark red, almost black in the dim torchlight. It was my blood. Silvertongue blood.

"Talia," my mother said, her voice filled with worry. "Are you sure about this?"

I looked at her, and I saw the fear in her tired eyes. She was afraid for me. She was always afraid for me.

"I am sure, Mother," I said.

I pressed my bleeding palm against the silver bars.

The blood touched the metal, and I felt a jolt run through my body. The silver hissed, and I saw steam rising from the bars. The blood was burning into the metal, eating away at it.

I gasped, and I felt the warmth spreading through my chest. The magic was stirring. It was weak, but it was there.

"Speak the old language," my mother said. "The words of our ancestors. They will give the blood power."

I closed my eyes, and I searched my mind for the words. I had heard them in my dreams. I had read them in my mother’s journal. They were buried deep in my memory, waiting to be found.

I opened my mouth, and the words came out.

"Sha’kala mor’eth," I whispered. "Vas’kala sil’verath."

The blood on the bars began to glow. The silver hissed louder, and I saw cracks forming in the metal.

"Again," my mother said. "Say it again."

I took a breath, and I spoke louder. "Sha’kala mor’eth. Vas’kala sil’verath."

The cracks grew deeper. The silver was breaking.

I pressed my palm harder against the bars, and I felt the blood flowing freely from the wound. The pain was intense, but I did not stop. I could not stop.

"One more time," my mother said. "Say it with everything you have."

I opened my eyes, and I looked at the bars. The cracks were spreading, but they were not breaking. I needed more. I needed to give it everything.

I raised my bleeding hand, and I pressed it against the bars one last time.

"Sha’kala mor’eth! Vas’kala sil’verath!"

The words exploded from my mouth, and I felt the power surge through my body. The blood on the bars burst into light, and the silver shattered.

The bars exploded outward, raining down around me. I stumbled back, and I felt the pain shooting through my arm.

I looked at my hand. The wound was still bleeding, and I could see the raw flesh beneath the blood. But I did not care.

Because the bars were gone.

I looked at my mother, and I saw the tears streaming down her face.

"Talia," she whispered. "You did it."

I stepped forward, and I reached through the broken bars. "Mother," I said. "Come with me."

She reached for my hand, and I helped her out of the cell. She was so thin, so fragile. But she was alive. She was free.

"Mother," I said. "We need to go. The guards will come back."

She nodded, and I helped her stand. Kaelen pushed himself up from the floor, his body swaying.

"We need to move," he said.

I looked at my mother, then at Kaelen. They were both weak. They were both suffering. But we were together.

"Come on," I said. "We are getting out of here."