“No! No, I won’t!” he yelled. “I’ll never give it a rest! Not if you or anyoneelse is pickin’ on someone! I don’t care how much bigger or stronger than me you are! You’ll see! I’ll neverturn my back on someone who needs my help!”
The air in the alley started to change. Grow charged. Electric. Magick that swirled around like iridescent streamers and the fractured pieces of an impossibly colored rainbow. It was strong. Strong enough that anyone could feel it without having to even search for it.
If someone didn’t know any better, they’d probably think it was coming from one of the three older, stronger boys. It wasn’t, though.
It was Travis’s magick.
He could produce such a strong current of magick that it made the little hairs on the back of his neck stand. But it usually came out in quick bursts or an underwhelming dribble. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying. His fingers, instead of being curled into fists, spread to create a spell.