Something bizarre happened, and considering what had that was saying something. Somehow grabbing this wand out of the air sparked something inside of you. Words and information that just moments before were alien to you suddenly were ingrained in your mind like they had always been there. You didn't know if this surge of knowledge and power was due to the wand itself, this universe catching up to you, Alkazar intervening in your affairs, or something else entirely. All you knew was that your sister was in danger and you now had a weapon.
You raised the wand and pointed it at the wolf woman, power seemingly concentrating In the limb that held it. "Lightning!" You said loudly. You didn't say it in English though, you instinctively said it in a North American standard Wiccan tongue, somehow remembering both the specific tongue and the words. From the tip of your wand a blast of energy was released, white lightning cracking through the air and smacking Olivia. Olivia seized up and grunted in pain, as if she had been hit by a particularly powerful taser. "Grab!" You shout in your newly discovered language without pause. At first nothing seems to happen and Olivia looks at you in confusion, then you flick your wrist right. Olivia is helpless tossed aside, losing her grip on Stephenie as she was thrown through the air at your discretion. You stopped moving your hand and Olivia stopped midair, turning in slow helpless circles as she failed to find gravity. You moved the wand up and down causing Olivia to crash first into the ground them into the ceiling. Finally you twisted your hand and with a sharp flip you sent her flying out of the open window.
As soon as your wand broke direct line with her Olivia was freed, slamming into the ground and rolling a short distance. You ran to the window an cast one final spell. "Hold." You said. Suddenly beams of light shackles themselves around Olivia's wrists and feet, binding her to the ground with her chest pressed firmly on the sidewalk. As Olivia violently thrashed you fell to your knees, suddenly drained of energy.
Stephenie ran to your side, snatching the wand from your hand and aiming it at your wounded neck. "Heal." She said in witch speak. To your relief the wound sealed shut, the flow of blood ceasing. You still felt rather weak, though at least now you wouldn't die of blood loss.
"Thanks for saving me." You said to your step sister.
"Likewise." She said with a laugh. "So, by the look of it that girl was a second generation Lycanthrope, not a born werewolf. You're pretty lucky, if we hurry we should be able to stop the transformation and you'll be able to keep your magic." Stephenie said. You knew somehow what he was talking about, the information now feeling familiar. Humans can use magic in this world because it is holy, monsters can't because they aren't. Monsters get great physical powers, humans get adaptability. It was a power trade off really.
You look up at your sister who's face looked worrisome. She was scared for her now infected brother. You said...
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