To Be A Maestro (The Maestro Chronicles) Read Online Free Page B

Symphonic and can only be cast through a baton or not be amplified, none of them could be played on my flute even if I wanted to, which I don’t. I’m not going to let anyone hear this music out loud, they might figure out these spells are not of Aakadon,” she stated firmly as if wanting to drive the point home and had more to say. “If anyone finds out that you are an Aakasear, I just don’t want to think about how bad things could get for us. How can I ever protect you from people who would think you are another Tarin Conn? Daniel, to keep you safe, I must insist that you refrain from playing your compositions on any instrument, someone might over hear, and be very careful of whomever you choose to teach one of your spells.”
    He found it pleasing how she wanted to protect him, the feeling being mutual. Her reasoning turned out to be the same as his on the matter, which he would have explained if she had not spoken up, although it was nice that she did understand what had to be done without him saying so.
    She began caressing the golden lighting bolts on his shoulders, another thing he found pleasing. Each bolt appeared to be metal yet was warm to the touch and felt no different than the rest of his skin. “You broke the Silencing placed upon you by the Grand Maestro, cast a memory spell to restore your former repertoire, all so you could heal me and the others who had been Condemned by Serin Gell,” she stated facts he had recently told her. He knew there had to be a reason for her bringing them up. “You broke the spell of a six-bolt Accomplished without the aid of a crescendo to enhance your potential. I think you should perform, Ranking, before you put on a shirt. I bet your internal vat has more in it than you think,” she finished, using the description he gave her of how he viewed the vessel containing life force energy every living being has within them.
    Her suggestion had merit, so he sat down cross -legged on the floor. A flash burn of pain had accompanied his first ever use of the spell, him having six lightning bolts seared into his skin all at once. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and hummed, Ranking. A relatively mild burning sensation came with a topaz blue flash of light and a new lightning bolt appeared on his right shoulder, giving him four on the right and three on the left, evidently receiving one at time is less painful than six. “It seems Samuel’s grandmother is correct, her being a Seer and all, I am stronger than I was,” he said and then fell over backward when Sherree sprang onto him.
    She kissed him on the lips and then on his new lightning bolt. “I want to add the new bolt to your uniform,” she informed him and then hopped up and began sorting through the articles of his field uniform before he could say yes or no, not that he was against her doing so.
    The polished chain mail she set aside, then picked up the forest green sir coat on the upper arms, just below the shoulders of which, was a falcon with a lightning bolt clutched in its talons in a sky of blue; the symbol of House Benhannon. Over where his heart would be when the coat was closed, was the Ducaunan royal hawk in flight, the emblem of the Queen, matching that on the sides of his green lacquered helmet; to the sir coat she summoned potential and added a fourth bolt on the right shoulder, and then laid it down and took the helmet in her hands.
    Sherree glowed amber with potential, light flashed from her eyes, striking the helmet, and seven golden lightning bolts appeared on the front of the head gear with a large lightning bolt in the center and three smaller ones to the left and right of it. “This way your rank will be displayed when you eventually change out of your field uniform into your formal one.”
    “That is thoughtful of you,” he said, and began putt ing on the rest of his uniform.
    When he put on his sword belt, black with a double row of diamonds studded around the waist, she placed the