“The Mystic Ring carries great magic, and is partially how you are able to move through ley lines,” Vasyl added.
“I'm not that good at it,” I admitted.
“You will get better,” he assured. “If I can not persuade you to not return, remember what you did to me.”
I frowned, puzzled.
“At the end of the ceremony. You threw me?”
“Ohhh!” I let my head slink down some. “I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry.”
“I know. But that is not what I meant. You stopped me with the ring. Do not forget what you can do with it. Plus, the Dagger of Delphi; its blade is made of pure silver. You saw its power. Plunged into the heart of a vampire, it will make him immobile while you decapitate him.”
“Right,” I said, inwardly cringing. “It stabbed the vampire without my even touching it.” A chill crept up my arms with the memory.
“It then returned to me.”
“It is imbued with the soul of the sibyl of Delphi, so it will always go after vampires, demons, and Fallen Angels, and all their descendants. It knows to return to its mistress. Always.”
©2012 Lorelei Bell