The Blaze Ignites
somehow always know where you are. I feel your presence even
if you’re far away, and I can follow this presence right to where
you physically are. It’s strange. It’s like I can feel an invisible
tether between us when we’re apart. I used to believe it was just
because our sibling bond was so strong. Now I’m thinking it’s
because I can use my magic more; feeling your presence is steadily
getting easier as my knowledge of my magic gets stronger.” He
smiled sadly. “We all figured you needed time to cool off after
what Ortheldo said happened, so we weren’t going to come after you.
Addredoc teleported us back to the clearing to wait for you. When
that Black Storm hit though, Gods almighty, those Redians damn near
scared me to death with the fit they started to throw.”
    Black Storm?
    “That’s what the Redians called it.”
    What does it mean?
    “From what I got out of their panic, it had
something to do with a warning from the Light Gods that the White
Warrior was in serious danger from someone in a very high ranking
position to Hathum. The man I just killed must have been a bigwig
in Hathum’s chain of command.”
    I forced the corners of my mouth to go up in
a weak smile. That’s the second man close to Hathum that you’ve
gone after on my behalf, little brother.
    He smiled affectionately. “I told you I won’t
let harm come to you if I can help it.”
    So I’ve heard. But when do I get to kill
someone for you?
    He laughed heartily. “I’m sure you’ll get
more than enough chances for that, Azrel.”
    I’m sure I will. Then I remembered something.
Nekinda! Did you find her? Is she okay? What about her son?
    “Whoa whoa, slow down, Azrel,” he said with a
smile. “We found her and her son. When the storm hit, Addredoc
began building a shelter with his magic while Acalith and I took
off to get you. It wasn’t long before we ran into her. I directed
her towards the shelter and told her we were all friends.” A
confused look passed over his face then.
    What is it?
    “Only Salynns bow to Salynns, right? Or is
there another race that bows to us?”
    Only Salynns of lower rank bow to those of
higher. Why?
    He nodded. “She must have caught a glimpse of
my hair because even though she had a child in her arms, she
attempted to bow to me in the same fashion that the Redians had,
nearly dropping her son in the process before I stopped her.”
Nekinda was a Salynn! “I was just curious as to why any Salynn
would be here, unless she’s from Rocksheloc.”
    She could be. The man you killed, I think he
kidnapped her to get to me. Did you see the color of her
flowers?
    “No. The scarf covering her hair and the
blanket covering her son’s kept them hidden. I wasn’t paying much
attention to her, I was too preoccupied with getting to you.” He
smiled.
    It was quiet a moment before I looked up at
him again. Don’t you want to know how I got myself into the mess
you just cleaned up for me?
    He shook his head, keeping his eyes ahead of
him. “I’m inside your head right now. I see it all in your
mind.”
    Ew, my brother is inside my mind? That’s
creepy. Did you take lessons from Hathum?
    He smiled down at me. “No. It’s actually kind
of easy to learn what’s in people’s memories, as long as you don’t
try to see pictures of them. I just listen to the sounds you were
hearing and fill in the rest. I’m sure Hathum cannot only see pictures in people’s minds, but also pull them out into
the physical world.”
    I tried to suppress my fear at the thought of
Hathum’s abilities. You’re probably right.
    He glared down at me playfully. “I hear that
some matters remain unsettled because you ran away from
Ortheldo.”
    Maybe.
    Rabryn winced uncomfortably, then gazed out
ahead. “I’m listening to what happened between you and Jonoic now.”
He stayed quiet a moment and his face brightened. “Wow, what a
smart way to get him off you.” He smiled down at me. “That was
brilliant, even for you

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