I am we, half of him as he is half of me. He rises above the ground, shedding his mortal vestments, my coverings of cloth and leather falling away as the last of our blood floods me and I am whole.

Our hands grasp, our power joining in perfection. I feel the life within him joining to mine, the soft call of the buried ancient magic he carried and never knew, the legacy of the maji. His energy is tied to this place of power, fed by it now that his thin bond has woken, his ...