side?” I didn’t try to hide the disgust that curled my tone.
“Actually, no,” she said incredulously. “For once, I can say that she is a good mom. She would never let me marry someone who supported Zordon.”
I was confused.
After noting my curious stare, she quickly added, “He left the Magium a few weeks ago to join the Draconta’s army. I don’t think my fate could get any worse.” She sounded troubled as she rolled over and began flipping the pillow around in her hands.
“What are you going to do about Logan?” I asked, trying to take the whole thing seriously.
“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I think I may be in love with Logan. Brohm won’t agree. He is an honorable man.”
“Lexi, you’re not in love with Logan. You’ve only known him for like what, a few weeks now? That’s not enough time.”
She huffed and then said, “Yes it is,” and folded her arms across her chest like a pouting child.
“Oh yeah, well, what’s his middle name?”
She stuttered and then said, “That is so irrelevant to love.”
“No, Lexi, those things are important. Maybe if you stop thinking with your lips and start thinking with your heart, you would understand that.” I made her face me. “Love is not just a physical thing you feel for someone.”
I felt my cheeks blush. Of course Fenn’s mouth and hands had to pop into my thought process.
“And if your mother, or anyone for that matter, found out about what you two were up to, I doubt he’d still exist. We need to get him back to the other realm.”
She sat up, hopeful. “You’re right, Rory. Wow. You are so smart with these sorts of things. You know what?” She stood up, looking rejuvenated.
“What?” I asked, my voice suspicious.
“I’m going to march into my room right now and get to know Logan. Really get to know him. Friendship is more important.”
She started for the door.
“That was not my point!” I called after her.
Chapter 4
Finding my Heritage
THE REST OF THE DAY moved painfully slow. I buried myself in studying. Fenn opted out, choosing to spend more time practicing his magic out in the field. He had taken a keen interest in the air element which made me chuckle every time I thought about it. I rolled over, thinking back to when I first realized how fitting it was.
“Why is it so funny that I am good at tapping into the air element?” he had asked me.
I looked at him, waiting for it to hit him. When he didn’t come back with anything, I said, “What is air?”
“Oxygen.”
“And what does oxygen do to fire?”
His smile grew as the answer finally hit him. “Fuels it.”
I rolled back over, still smiling from the thought. My eyes burned from a lack of blinking. I had finally finished reading the last of the training manuals given to me by Astral. I willingly tossed the book across my bed, glad to be finished with them all. It landed with a light thud amongst the pile of other books. But even with all of this freshly learned knowledge, I still didn’t feel any different, any more in control of the battle that was sure to come.
This bothered me. I had no idea what was going to happen, or even what was happening. Zordon was out there, doing Fate only knows what, to get one step ahead of us, while I’m stuck here reading. It wasn’t right. I should be doing something about it…trying to stop him.
I rubbed the throbbing pain from my eyes, revelling in the feel of my eyes being closed. When I opened them, the four walls of my room seemed to collapse in around me, confining me to boredom. I sighed and stood, sulking over to the door. There was only one person I wanted to talk to right now.
I lightly knocked on Astral’s door and waited a moment before cracking it open.
“Come in,” he said, his head bent over, closely inspecting a small box on his desk. He was inscribing something on the sides. I shut the door behind me.
All his trinkets were still floating about the room, dancing whimsically to a
“Actually, no,” she said incredulously. “For once, I can say that she is a good mom. She would never let me marry someone who supported Zordon.”
I was confused.
After noting my curious stare, she quickly added, “He left the Magium a few weeks ago to join the Draconta’s army. I don’t think my fate could get any worse.” She sounded troubled as she rolled over and began flipping the pillow around in her hands.
“What are you going to do about Logan?” I asked, trying to take the whole thing seriously.
“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I think I may be in love with Logan. Brohm won’t agree. He is an honorable man.”
“Lexi, you’re not in love with Logan. You’ve only known him for like what, a few weeks now? That’s not enough time.”
She huffed and then said, “Yes it is,” and folded her arms across her chest like a pouting child.
“Oh yeah, well, what’s his middle name?”
She stuttered and then said, “That is so irrelevant to love.”
“No, Lexi, those things are important. Maybe if you stop thinking with your lips and start thinking with your heart, you would understand that.” I made her face me. “Love is not just a physical thing you feel for someone.”
I felt my cheeks blush. Of course Fenn’s mouth and hands had to pop into my thought process.
“And if your mother, or anyone for that matter, found out about what you two were up to, I doubt he’d still exist. We need to get him back to the other realm.”
She sat up, hopeful. “You’re right, Rory. Wow. You are so smart with these sorts of things. You know what?” She stood up, looking rejuvenated.
“What?” I asked, my voice suspicious.
“I’m going to march into my room right now and get to know Logan. Really get to know him. Friendship is more important.”
She started for the door.
“That was not my point!” I called after her.
Chapter 4
Finding my Heritage
THE REST OF THE DAY moved painfully slow. I buried myself in studying. Fenn opted out, choosing to spend more time practicing his magic out in the field. He had taken a keen interest in the air element which made me chuckle every time I thought about it. I rolled over, thinking back to when I first realized how fitting it was.
“Why is it so funny that I am good at tapping into the air element?” he had asked me.
I looked at him, waiting for it to hit him. When he didn’t come back with anything, I said, “What is air?”
“Oxygen.”
“And what does oxygen do to fire?”
His smile grew as the answer finally hit him. “Fuels it.”
I rolled back over, still smiling from the thought. My eyes burned from a lack of blinking. I had finally finished reading the last of the training manuals given to me by Astral. I willingly tossed the book across my bed, glad to be finished with them all. It landed with a light thud amongst the pile of other books. But even with all of this freshly learned knowledge, I still didn’t feel any different, any more in control of the battle that was sure to come.
This bothered me. I had no idea what was going to happen, or even what was happening. Zordon was out there, doing Fate only knows what, to get one step ahead of us, while I’m stuck here reading. It wasn’t right. I should be doing something about it…trying to stop him.
I rubbed the throbbing pain from my eyes, revelling in the feel of my eyes being closed. When I opened them, the four walls of my room seemed to collapse in around me, confining me to boredom. I sighed and stood, sulking over to the door. There was only one person I wanted to talk to right now.
I lightly knocked on Astral’s door and waited a moment before cracking it open.
“Come in,” he said, his head bent over, closely inspecting a small box on his desk. He was inscribing something on the sides. I shut the door behind me.
All his trinkets were still floating about the room, dancing whimsically to a
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