Chapter 17
I woke in pain. My head was killing me. To my surprise I could reach my magic, so I healed myself. I slowly opened my eyes and I was lying in Harmon's arms and he was radiating concern, mixed with rage.
There was also some type of... field in the air. It stopped me when I tried to open a portal, or really do anything outside of my body. We were in what looked like a stone room with bars on it, it was some type of cell. My first fuzzy thought was I didn't think they had cells here. Then I heard that same dry voice.
"Behave Witch, and you may yet live." He patted a device outside the cell about the size of a cell phone and continued, "This little device should keep your powers contained in any event, so we don't have to constantly monitor you or cut off your power ourselves."
I sat up against the wall, uncomfortable with the intimate way Harmon had been holding me, mostly because I wasn't minding it at all. I was also never more scared in my life. No Witch understood the power the Elves had, or why we couldn't detect it. It was so disturbing my power could be taken at a whim. I took a deep breath to settle my emotions before speaking.
"What do you want?"
Harmon said, "Yes, explain to me why a five thousand year partnership was just betrayed."
The Elf sneered at Harmon, "Partnership? You were paying us to use you actually. When we first came upon the Demons they were a threat to us, worse, they were... are animals. We had our dimension blocked, but we still worried, then you came along with your high ideals, and made it easy. It didn't hurt that what we told you was actually true. But after a couple of hundred years we found ourselves not only safe, but with a good tool to destroy other dimensions who were a threat to us.
"Demons are pathetically easy to manipulate, we just dropped a frequency in the right ear and they ran off to conquer. Even after you stopped the wholesale slaughter, at least those dimensions were put back in the stone age, no longer a threat. You are probably wondering why I am telling you all this."
He turned his head and glared at me, "Because you took our favorite tool away. We don't want to risk our lives in other dimensions when we can have these animals do it for us. Except you stopped that. The reason I am telling you, is you need to understand the stakes. You will take your magic blockers and leave this dimension, be satisfied yours is safe from the Demons. If you do not, the first planet the Elves will attack will be yours, and I assure you, we are quite capable of it, blockers or not.
"Once the scourge of Witches is removed from the universe, and the pathetic remains of your people are struggling to survive the aftermath, we will simply remove the devices ourselves."
That... didn't make any sense. Yet, I couldn't read him at all to know what part was the truth, and what wasn't. But I was reminded of the saying, if you are going to bluff, bluff big. What I truly didn't understand is why he wanted me to remove the devices, which seemed where the threat was pushing me. I was pretty sure destroying my world was a bluff, but I couldn't figure out why they wouldn't just remove the enchantments themselves.
Their magic could detect and stop Witch magic. Couldn't it? Why bother to make me do it at all? Under my fear and confusion, I was intensely curious to know what their power was, could they truly not detect our magic? But that doesn't make sense either. I frowned.
And although I thought attacking my world was a bluff to force my hand, I had to admit that little device on the table was impressive. Just how technically advanced were the Elves? I was getting a headache as I started to think in circles.
"Can I think on that, and do you have any food?"
He growled, "A short time, I will not be very patient with you. You can eat, or die, when you make a decision, consider starvation as times up," he stomped out of the room and slammed the door.
Harmon sounded miserable, "I'm sorry, I had no idea."
He looked at me strangely as I frantically started checking all over my body, and when that failed, I checked Harmon's. I figured the Elves carried us in here. I didn't smile when I found one and at Harmon's questioning look I shook my head for silence and put the Elven hair in my mouth. With that field on, it would have to be inside my body.
It was a brazen move, one no Witch would normally take. After all if I tried to read the Elf, he would know immediately, so why bother trying. But that wasn't what I was going to do. I sat up, crossed my legs and fell deeply into my magic, slowing the world around me to a standstill. Then I started studying the Elf's DNA. I was a strong Witch when it came to life, always had been.
I wasn't sure how much time was passing, but I spent at least a subjective week going over and over the Elven DNA and I made a discovery that both seemed to be impossible and was extremely confusing.
The Elves had no magic at all. Not a drop of it.
Even more than that, the dimensional signature on the hair indicated it was far past the difference between the Demon world and Earth's, the magical field in that dimension would be almost non-existent. I could go there, and use magic, but I would never gain any more back than I had when I went there as far as I could tell. I could take it, but I wouldn't naturally get any back from sleeping or resting.
So how did the Elves detect and stop magic? They didn't, so what did that leave? Tech? That didn't seem likely with that device sitting in the corner, I felt nothing like that earlier, and didn't have access to internal magic either. So how did they do it?
I went back in the DNA, looking for anything else. It felt like weeks when I finally stumbled across something promising. I was sure I had already spent months and perhaps eight hours in real time. It had to do with the mind, it looked a little like the way a Witch's mind speech was set up, but more, so much more.
The Elves had mind powers, unrelated to magic. It was more like telepathy on steroids. I had to admire how well the Elves have lied all this time, never giving a clue their powers did not originate with magic to the other races.
I thought it all through and it seemed to make sense. They weren't blocking my magic, they were manipulating my mind to do it for them. Not only that, but in a way I could not detect, which was kind of freaking me out. I worried for a minute that meant they could use our minds to do actual magic, but dismissed that, they probably just knew enough of how it worked to get our own minds to turn it off.
Witch magic was subtle and required study, not to mention the expansion of our senses. However they probably could get some Demon magic to work, throwing fire around was easy.
It also meant they could read minds and I was suddenly very glad there were no Elves in the room right now, if there had been they would have stopped me. It also would explain why they can't find and turn off the enchantments in orbit, or any enchantment really, they can't manipulate magic, just the mind. That made me wonder why the lust magic from a succubus still worked on them...
Maybe they just hadn't been able to figure out the mechanics for it to turn it off?
The longer I thought about all they could do, the more I understood. Their amulets didn't work with the Demon magic to block automatically, it actually controlled their minds enough to direct protective magic. Hmm, how did that work without an Elf mind present to direct it? Maybe some technology disguised as magic? I remembered how I shied away from their amulets, and wondered what I would have discovered before now if I hadn't been afraid to look.
Enough of the speculation, the real question, the only question that counted was, is there any way for me to block access to my mind? And can I find out how before they come back?
Perhaps through some type of field I could create with magic, something that would scramble things for them?
There had to be a way, a frequency their brains worked on, something. I dove back into the DNA and studied it, trying to figure things out before they came in, and killed me for discovering their greatest secret and the key to their advantage over the rest of us.
I couldn't figure out a way to block their brainwaves, any field that did that would destabilize the brainwaves of any race and cause death. The field I needed wouldn't work as a shield either, it would just be bad. I wasn't too keen on the murder-suicide plan. So what did that leave?
Uneasily, I started delving into my own DNA, into the part that dealt with mind speech, and knowledge transfer, which strictly speaking, wasn't really magic in and of itself. I was looking for a way to both identify and block the Elves from invading my mind, I had no inclination to learn that skill, just how to block it out.
This was a somewhat desperate undertaking, and I wondered if it would make me a vegetable if I screwed up. This was ten steps past being able to control age by simply following the current DNA, this was actually wiring in new abilities. Well, if I died I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
I looked up again to check the room, still not back, and I took the time despite the risk to go over it painstakingly over and over again. I didn't believe it would interfere with my current abilities and magic, I would just be able to detect and block any telepathic intrusion from my Elven friends.
It actually wasn't that much of a change, Witches were already touch telepaths, often seeing surface thoughts when touching another, and we were powerful Empaths able to cover a large area for detecting emotions. The change was small, but I still hesitated despite every second risking death.
Fear drove me though, and I eventually took a deep breath and started changing my DNA, increasing the renewal speed of billions of cells as my new DNA template took shape. When I was done I released my magic. I didn't feel any different, and my power felt the same. I was still getting emotions, mostly worry from Harmon, but no thoughts. I couldn't know of course, if it had worked until an Elf tried to control me.
Worse, I couldn't put it off, because of the field. If they came in and failed to read my mind, and I was still unable to use my magic externally, they could still just kill me. I walked over to the bars, and using my shape shift ability thinned and made my arm long. Long enough to pick up the device and pull it through the bars.
I couldn't find the switch, and wondered if maybe it was controlled telepathically.
Harmon said, "What are you doing."