Fire Study
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 Maria V. Snyder

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A diamond, she exclaimed. The pond is shaped like a diamond.
It was a start. I thanked her for her help and promised to find them.
I pulled away from Gale, away from Jenniqilla and back to Bavol. A thin filament looped around my mind as I returned to Bavol. As if another power had caught me in a parasitic embrace.
Through Bavol’s confused mind, I returned to my body. Valek had disappeared and the smell of smoke burned my nose. I rushed to the window.
The stable was on fire.
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“KIKI!” I SCREAMED, running. The image of her trapped in her stall and engulfed by flames filled my vision.
A voice yelled my name.
A black horse stood in the pasture.
A Daviian Warper coaxed the blaze higher. Brighter. Hotter.
It didn’t matter.
The parasite in my mind had gained control.
I ran straight into the stable, diving into the fire.
The heat burned my face and seared the inside of my nose. Flames danced with delight on my cloak, eating the fibers in gleeful disregard. The soles of my boots melted. The smoke robbed air from my lungs. My throat closed.
Hot knives of pain stabbed into my skin. Layers burned off in sheets of torment. The sound of boiling blood sizzled in my ears.
Pleasure followed pain and the colors of my world turned from white-hot and blinding yellow into bloodred and ice-black.
I marveled at my surroundings. Lit with a soft gray light, the flat world extended for miles in every direction. With reluctance, I glanced at my body, expecting to see a burnt corpse, but was surprised to find no damage. A weightless feeling tingled, and my arms and legs were slightly transparent.
A ghost perhaps? Was I in the shadow world? Then where were the others? All the Sandseeds who waited for me. Perhaps they had been a figment of Moon Man’s imagination.
A soft laugh sounded beside me.
“You don’t see them because you have chosen not to see them,” a voice said.
A voice I feared more than anything. The Fire Warper stood next to me. He had lost his cloak of flames and appeared as an ordinary man. Broad shouldered with short dark hair, he stood as tall as Moon Man. His skin gleamed as if carved from coal.
He raised his arm to me. “Go ahead, touch it. It’s not hard.”
I hesitated. “You read my mind?”
He laughed again. “No. I read the question in your eyes. Despite your fear, you’re curious. An admirable trait.”
The Fire Warper stroked my arm with his fingertips. I jerked away.
“So afraid of being burned. I knew I needed a big fire to attract my little bat. It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“Bad enough.” Caught here with him, my fear turned to resignation.
He seemed delighted with my response. Gesturing around, he said, “So what do you think of my fire world? Rather dull?”
“Yes. I thought it would be…” I scanned the featureless plain, with black ground and crimson sky.
“Hotter? Filled with burning souls? That you would be welcomed by your old tormentor, Reyad, for an eternity of rape and torture?”
“Filled with souls,” I agreed. Drawn into the fire before, I had seen others.
“That’s because you were with Moon Man. He has chosen to see those unfortunate souls. They’ve all lived colorful stories of life. You block them from your mind. Unwilling to see and unwilling for Moon Man to show you.”
“I saw them in the shadow world, and relieved him of those painful images,” I protested.
“Really? Do they haunt your dreams? Are you working with Moon Man to soothe them?” He paused and, when I didn’t answer, he smiled. “Of course not! You have locked them away just like you have pushed Moon Man and your brother out of your life. Soon Valek will follow.”
“At least they’ll be safe.”
“No one is safe.”
Tired of his wordplay, I asked him what he wanted.
The amusement dropped from his face in an instant. “The sky.”
I stared at him.
“I rule the fire world. I now have control over the shadow world, thanks to those Daviian magicians. And even though the shadow world is a borderland between fire and sky, I still can’t access the sky.”
“Why?”
“Because once I rule the sky, I can return to the living world.”
Horror rolled through me. “What’s in the sky?”
“The source of all magic.”
I didn’t quite understand. All magicians had access to the power source. Would he block others from using it?
“You know so little of magic,” he said. His expression was incredulous.
I peered at him. His face had changed from smooth to covered with burn scars. His skin rippled as if melting.
“Why do you need me?”
“You’re the only one who can get me into the sky.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because this is what I’ll do to your family and friends.”
He touched my arm. Burning pain seared up my shoulder and encompassed my head. My eyes turned hot and dry. The other occupants of the fire world became visible through a shimmering veil of heat.
Souls writhed in pain, dancing as if flames clinging to a log. Twisting and contorting, their misery pulsed off them in waves. The force of their emotions slammed into me. I stepped back into the Fire Warper’s embrace.
He pointed to the different souls. “A few belong here, like Hetoo and Makko. Others were sent by the Daviians to feed me. Increased my power so much I can travel into the shadow world and steal more souls.” He dragged me through the sea of suffering. “Your brother would add nicely to my collection. His magic is strong. Moon Man. ” He savored the Story Weaver’s name. “Would bring me a cooling blue power. Combined, your mother and father would give me a boost. But I’ll let them all live if you help me.”