Chapter 32
A White Feather
FilliusTen Years Ago
The Black Mage led me down a long hallway lined with open doorways. The walls of each room along the hall were painted to match one of the rainbow mages. The second to last room was painted entirely black but somehow wasn’t oppressively dark. “Is that your office?” I asked, unable to resist my curiosity.
The Black Mage frowned. “It is, but this is where we’re headed.” He stopped in front of a room with bright white walls. “We have not had a white mage in over a hundred years,” he explained. “So, this room has become a ritual, rites, and experimentation room. We shall conduct our business in here.”
“But why here and not in your office?” I stroked my chin. “Wouldn’t the resonant frequencies of a familiar space allow you to tap into more of
