Fire Study
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The blazing Warper pointed and a line of fire appeared between me and my weapon. I jumped to my feet. The heat singed the hair in my nose. The moisture evaporated from my mouth. I tasted ashes. A wall of hot air pushed against me and the Warper was before me. Yet his connection with the burning wood remained.
“Fire is your downfall, little bat. Can not call it. Can not control it.”
My body roasted as if I had been staked to a spit over a giant campfire. I cast my awareness into the jungle, hoping to find help. Nothing but the panicked thoughts of my friends and one curious necklace snake nearby.
Just when I thought I would faint, he extended his hands and a bubble of cool air caressed my skin. The break from the heat was an intoxicating relief. I swayed.
“Take my hands. I will not burn you. Travel with me through the fire.”
“Why?”
“Because you belong to me.”
“Not good enough. Many others have made that claim.”
“I need you to complete my mission.”
“Which is…?”
The flames on his shoulders pulsed in amusement. He laughed. “Nice try. Take my offer or I will burn you and your friends into a pile of ash.” “No.”
Flaring brightly, the flames jumped in size before he shrugged. “No matter.” The cold air disappeared and I gasped. The heat’s intensity robbed my lungs of air.
“I need only wait until you go to sleep, little bat. Then I will take you.”
My throat strained as my vision scrambled. Sleep was a nice way of describing the process of suffocation. It was a strange notion, but it gave me an idea.
With my last bit of energy, I grabbed a capsule from my pocket and crushed it in my hand. The sticky liquid coated my palm, dripping down my arm. My legs buckled as I collapsed to my knees. The last thing I remembered before the world melted was a brown and green coil reaching for me.
I woke, shivering. Chestnut’s concerned face peered at me. He waved a large leaf, fanning me with cool clean air. Exhaustion lined his brown eyes.
“I guess that’s one necklace snake who’ll go away hungry,” Chestnut said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wincing at the sharp pain in my throat. When I tried to sit, I realized we were on a tree branch.
Chestnut helped me. “If you died, I told the snake he could eat you.” He smiled.
“I’m sorry to disappoint him.”
“No matter. Perhaps we’ll have some extra Vermin to feed him.” His grin faded.
I jerked as my memory returned. “The Fire Warper! My father! The others! What—”
Chestnut raised his hand. “When the snake grabbed you and pulled you into the trees, he distracted the Warper long enough for Leif to break through the wall of heat. With Moon Man’s help, Leif was able to quench the link between the main fire and the Warper.” Chestnut glanced away. “The Warper disappeared.” He shuddered. “The remaining Vermin ran off, with Moon Man, Tauno and Marrok chasing after them.”
“And Leif?”
“Below with your father.”
Before I could ask, Chestnut said, “He’s fine. Although I fear Stono will not live to see the dawn.”
Sudden purpose energized me. “Help me get down.”
My limbs trembled as I slid and crashed through the lower branches. I hit the ground hard, but didn’t stop until I stood next to Leif. He had Stono’s head in his lap. My gaze shied away from the gruesome mess that used to be Stono’s stomach. My father and the other scout lay on the ground next to them, unmoving—still paralyzed by the Curare. I couldn’t see my friends.
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“They haven’t returned,” Chestnut said. He sank to the ground next to Leif and took Stono’s left hand in his own.
“At least he isn’t feeling any pain,” Leif whispered. Streaks of soot and sweat lined Leif’s face. Burn holes peppered his clothes. He reeked of smoke and body odor.
I knelt beside Leif. I put two fingers on Stono’s neck and felt a tentative heartbeat. Stono groaned and his eyelids fluttered.
“He’s not paralyzed like the others so the Kirakawa ritual could work,” I said.
“Can you save him?” Leif asked.
Stono s wounds were fatal. I hadn’t healed anyone with such extensive damage before. Tula ’s windpipe had been crushed when she was killed. I was able to repair the damage, but couldn’t “wake” her without her soul. Why not? According to Roze’s fire scenario, I had the power to create a soulless army.
“Yelena.” Leif’s impatience cut through my musings. “Can you save him?”
Would I be able to save myself once I assumed his injuries? I drew in a shaky breath. Only one way to find out.
Closing my eyes, I pulled power and wrapped thick strands of magic around my stomach. I reached for Stono and forced myself to examine the bloody distended mass, seeing his wounds through my magic. His wounds pulsed with an urgent red glow as I focused on them.
Without warning, Stono s heart stopped its labor and his soul rose from his body. Instinct drove my actions as I breathed in his soul from the air and tucked it into a safe corner of my mind. I ignored his confused thoughts, concentrating on his injuries. My stomach exploded with the pain of a million sharp knives digging deep into my guts. Clutching my abdomen, I curled into a ball. Blood coated my hands, arms, and pooled on the ground. The air filled with the hot stench of body fluids.