The Sun Weilders

6

Crimson dropped me off at Faz's Family Diner. He gave me a wink before speeding away, his red guitar case glinting in the back seat.

I took a deep breath before going in, closing the door soundlessly behind me. There were four teenagers, three boys and a girl, seated at a booth on the far end of the hall. Graham was seated on the stool behind the dated cash register, and nodded to acknowledge my presence.

"Can I just go back there?" I inquired while pointing to the back door that Graham had used to take me to Mr. Dougal the day before. One of the teenagers, a boy with shaggy brown hair and brown and tan clothing, said, "He's in the back. You know, down the two hallways, only door on the left."

Graham just nodded again and went back to figuring something on paper.

I walked down the musty and dimly lit hallways, and pushed open the door. Mr. Dougal was seated in his usual satin chair, gold handrests like flames on the arms of the chair.

"Good evening, Emry. I knew you'd come back," he said, smiling.

I watched as he stood and went over to a wall lined with books, which apparently I hadn't seen before, and in the middle was a fireplace that resembled a brick oven. "Today," he said as he pulled one of the books off of the shelves, "will be the day I show you my secret lair."

I snorted. "So you're going to pull a lever or a book off the shelf and a staircase is going to magically appear, right?"

He gave me a dazzling smile. "Don't be rediculous." And with that, he went to the fireplace's mantle and grabbed a plastic lighter. He bent down and touched the lighter to the bottom of the fireplace, and clicked it on.

The flame spread through the fireplace, bouncing off its corners, tracing its edges. Then, the fire came together at the middle of the fireside, and, defying physics for the second time today, created a square of fire hovering in the middle of the fireplace. I stared in amazement as Mr. Dougal put his hand through the square of fire, the flames licking his pinstripe suit but not catching it on fire. A lever had appeared where Dougal had put his hand, and he pulled it down.

The fireplace split in two, the bookcase splitting also down the middle.

"A Sun Weilder always knows how to protect their Genesis Room," he said as an elevator appeared in front of me, glinting gold where the sunlight hit it.

Of course, the inside of the elevator was lined with gold, and marble buttons, one up and one down button. 

"It takes a while to get where we're going, so I might as well tell you what is really going on," Mr. Dougal said as he pressed the down button. The elevator lurched downward, and, surprisingly, lurched to the right. It felt as if we were going... sideways. 

Mr. Dougal seemed to read the expression on my face. "We are going sideways, Emry. We have to go downward and the right to get where we're going."

I just nodded. 

"Now. I don't like being interrupted, so I presume you're going to shut your mouth while I talk."

The sternness in his voice was startling. His posture was surprisingly straight as he stood. It reminded me of a pencil. Well, a pencil in a silk suit with apposable thumbs.

Again, I just nodded.

"First of all, the Sun is in fact getting closer to us. It always has been. There are certain people on this earth who can control the sun's abilities and turn it back the other way, sending it back to where it belongs. You see, there are many Sun Weilders around the world. However, only teenagers can harness the power to set the Sun in the right direction. I don't know how it happened, but it did."