Fire Study
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“Then how are you going to beat the Warpers?” I asked, worried. If the Vermin had access to magic it would be a difficult battle.
“All the Sandseed Story Weavers will link together and form a strong magical net that will seize them and prevent them from using their magic. We will hold them long enough for you to find the Soulstealer.”
Breaking his silence, Marrok asked, “What about Cahil?”
“He helped the Soulstealer escape. He should be punished,” Moon Man said.
“The Council wants to talk to him,” I said.
“And then they will decide what to do with him,” Leif added.
Moon Man shrugged. “He is not a Vermin. I will tell the others not to kill him, but in a large battle it might be hard.”
“He’s probably with the Daviian leaders,” Marrok said.
“Marrok—you and Leif find Cahil and take him north of the fighting and I’ll rendezvous with you after the battle.”
“Yes, sir,” Marrok said.
Leif nodded, but I could see a question in his eyes.
Problem? I asked in his mind.
What if Cahil convinces Marrok not to take him back to the Council? What if they join together and I’m outnumbered?
Good point. I’ll ask Moon Man to—
Assign one of my warriors to stay with Leif, Moon Man said.
I jerked in surprise. I hadn’t felt Moon Man draw power to link with us.
What else can you do? I asked.
I am not telling you. It would destroy my mysterious Story Weaver persona.
The next morning we saddled the horses and made our way south toward the plateau. Even with the weight of two riders, Kiki easily carried us. Stopping only once for a warm dinner and sleep, we reached the border in two days. At sunset on the second day, we stopped to rest the horses at the edge of the plains.
The flat expanse of the plateau stretched to the horizon. A few brown clumps of grass clung to the sunbaked surface. While the plains had a few trees, rolling hills, rocks and sandstone protrusions, the plateau had bristle bushes, coarse sand and a few stunted spine trees.
We had left the cold, cloudy weather behind. The afternoon sun had warmed the land enough for me to take off my cloak, but as the light slipped into the darkness, a cool breeze stirred to life.
Moon Man left to find his scout. Even at this distance from the Vermin camp, it was too risky to make a fire. I shivered as I ate my dinner of hard cheese and stale bread.
Moon Man returned with another Sandseed.
“This is Tauno,” Moon Man said. “He will show us the way through the plateau.”
I peered at the small man armed with a bow and arrows. Only an inch taller than me, he wore short pants despite the chilly air. His skin had been painted, but in the dim light I couldn’t discern the colors.
“We will leave when the moon is a quarter up,” Tauno said.
Traveling at night was a good idea, but I wondered what the warriors did during the day. “How do the Sandseeds stay hidden in the plateau?” I asked.
Tauno gestured to his skin. “We blend in. And hide our thoughts behind the Story Weavers’ null shield.”
I looked at Moon Man.
“A null shield blocks magic,” Moon Man explained. “If you were to scan the plateau with your magic, you would not sense any living creature behind the null shield.”
“Doesn’t using magic to create the shield alert the Vermin?” I asked.
“Not when it is done properly. It was completed before the Story Weavers left the plains.”
“What about the Story Weavers behind the shield? Can they use magic?” Leif asked.
“Magic can not penetrate the shield. It does not block our vision or hearing, just protects us from being discovered by magical means.”
As we prepared to travel, I thought about what Moon Man had said, and realized that there were many things I still didn’t know about magic. Too many. And the thought of learning more with Roze quelled my curiosity.
When the moon had traveled through a quarter of the black sky, Tauno said, “It is time to go.”
The muscles along my spine tightened in apprehension as Moon Man settled behind me on Kiki’s saddle. What if my lack of magical knowledge caused me to endanger our mission?
No sense worrying about it now. I pulled in a deep breath, steadied my nerves and glanced at my companions. Tauno sat with Marrok on Garnet’s back. From the pained expression on Marrok’s face, I knew he wasn’t happy about sharing his mount with a Sandseed warrior. And to make it worse, Tauno insisted on being in front and holding Garnet’s reins.
To stay behind the null shield, our path through the plateau had to be precise. Tauno led us. The soft crunch of the horses’ hooves on hard sand was the only sound.
The moon crawled along the sky. At one point I wanted to yell out and urge Kiki into a gallop just to break the tension that pressed around us.
When the blackness in the sky eased in the east, Tauno stopped and dismounted. We ate a quick breakfast and fed the horses. As the day brightened, I saw how well Tauno blended in with the plateau. He had camouflaged himself with the plateau’s colors of gray and tan.
“We walk from here,” Tauno said. “We will leave the horses. Take only what you need.”
The clear sky promised a warm day so I removed my cloak and stowed it in my backpack. Dry air laced with a fine grit blew, scratching at the back of my throat. I decided I needed my switchblade. Strapping the sheath around my right thigh, I removed the weapon and triggered the blade. I treated the tip of the blade with some Curare. The muscle-paralyzing drug would come in handy if Cahil wouldn’t cooperate. After I retracted the blade, I positioned the weapon in its holder through a hole in my skirt/pants pocket. I wrapped my long black hair into a bun and used my lock picks to keep the hair in place. Finally, I grabbed my bow.
“All the Sandseed Story Weavers will link together and form a strong magical net that will seize them and prevent them from using their magic. We will hold them long enough for you to find the Soulstealer.”
Breaking his silence, Marrok asked, “What about Cahil?”
“He helped the Soulstealer escape. He should be punished,” Moon Man said.
“The Council wants to talk to him,” I said.
“And then they will decide what to do with him,” Leif added.
Moon Man shrugged. “He is not a Vermin. I will tell the others not to kill him, but in a large battle it might be hard.”
“He’s probably with the Daviian leaders,” Marrok said.
“Marrok—you and Leif find Cahil and take him north of the fighting and I’ll rendezvous with you after the battle.”
“Yes, sir,” Marrok said.
Leif nodded, but I could see a question in his eyes.
Problem? I asked in his mind.
What if Cahil convinces Marrok not to take him back to the Council? What if they join together and I’m outnumbered?
Good point. I’ll ask Moon Man to—
Assign one of my warriors to stay with Leif, Moon Man said.
I jerked in surprise. I hadn’t felt Moon Man draw power to link with us.
What else can you do? I asked.
I am not telling you. It would destroy my mysterious Story Weaver persona.
The next morning we saddled the horses and made our way south toward the plateau. Even with the weight of two riders, Kiki easily carried us. Stopping only once for a warm dinner and sleep, we reached the border in two days. At sunset on the second day, we stopped to rest the horses at the edge of the plains.
The flat expanse of the plateau stretched to the horizon. A few brown clumps of grass clung to the sunbaked surface. While the plains had a few trees, rolling hills, rocks and sandstone protrusions, the plateau had bristle bushes, coarse sand and a few stunted spine trees.
We had left the cold, cloudy weather behind. The afternoon sun had warmed the land enough for me to take off my cloak, but as the light slipped into the darkness, a cool breeze stirred to life.
Moon Man left to find his scout. Even at this distance from the Vermin camp, it was too risky to make a fire. I shivered as I ate my dinner of hard cheese and stale bread.
Moon Man returned with another Sandseed.
“This is Tauno,” Moon Man said. “He will show us the way through the plateau.”
I peered at the small man armed with a bow and arrows. Only an inch taller than me, he wore short pants despite the chilly air. His skin had been painted, but in the dim light I couldn’t discern the colors.
“We will leave when the moon is a quarter up,” Tauno said.
Traveling at night was a good idea, but I wondered what the warriors did during the day. “How do the Sandseeds stay hidden in the plateau?” I asked.
Tauno gestured to his skin. “We blend in. And hide our thoughts behind the Story Weavers’ null shield.”
I looked at Moon Man.
“A null shield blocks magic,” Moon Man explained. “If you were to scan the plateau with your magic, you would not sense any living creature behind the null shield.”
“Doesn’t using magic to create the shield alert the Vermin?” I asked.
“Not when it is done properly. It was completed before the Story Weavers left the plains.”
“What about the Story Weavers behind the shield? Can they use magic?” Leif asked.
“Magic can not penetrate the shield. It does not block our vision or hearing, just protects us from being discovered by magical means.”
As we prepared to travel, I thought about what Moon Man had said, and realized that there were many things I still didn’t know about magic. Too many. And the thought of learning more with Roze quelled my curiosity.
When the moon had traveled through a quarter of the black sky, Tauno said, “It is time to go.”
The muscles along my spine tightened in apprehension as Moon Man settled behind me on Kiki’s saddle. What if my lack of magical knowledge caused me to endanger our mission?
No sense worrying about it now. I pulled in a deep breath, steadied my nerves and glanced at my companions. Tauno sat with Marrok on Garnet’s back. From the pained expression on Marrok’s face, I knew he wasn’t happy about sharing his mount with a Sandseed warrior. And to make it worse, Tauno insisted on being in front and holding Garnet’s reins.
To stay behind the null shield, our path through the plateau had to be precise. Tauno led us. The soft crunch of the horses’ hooves on hard sand was the only sound.
The moon crawled along the sky. At one point I wanted to yell out and urge Kiki into a gallop just to break the tension that pressed around us.
When the blackness in the sky eased in the east, Tauno stopped and dismounted. We ate a quick breakfast and fed the horses. As the day brightened, I saw how well Tauno blended in with the plateau. He had camouflaged himself with the plateau’s colors of gray and tan.
“We walk from here,” Tauno said. “We will leave the horses. Take only what you need.”
The clear sky promised a warm day so I removed my cloak and stowed it in my backpack. Dry air laced with a fine grit blew, scratching at the back of my throat. I decided I needed my switchblade. Strapping the sheath around my right thigh, I removed the weapon and triggered the blade. I treated the tip of the blade with some Curare. The muscle-paralyzing drug would come in handy if Cahil wouldn’t cooperate. After I retracted the blade, I positioned the weapon in its holder through a hole in my skirt/pants pocket. I wrapped my long black hair into a bun and used my lock picks to keep the hair in place. Finally, I grabbed my bow.
