The Source: Observer Chronicles, Book 3

Chapter 39: With Fire

The teenagersʼ gathered around a warm fireplace the next day in the sitting room. Winter was here holding many sleepless nights from the extremity of the cold. The fear in Reetho's eyes was immense as he stood to let his skin grow accustomed to the heat starting to tickle his nippy hands, pacing up and down as the others sat on the soft rug made of wool, waiting.

"No coddling. As you already know we are up against impossible odds. What I am going to say is that if we don't do anything, and soon, there will be nothing to save here. I don't know about you but Iʼm very fond of Brenda and Eve. Iʼm not going to have any more people snatched away from us, especially if we have the power to make change. We have no choice, there is no running from each other, no fighting, not any more. Bravery is the act of being afraid and overcoming it, and we must face our grandest act yet. We must be ruthless. No more excuses. Iʼm sick of waiting for them to be ready to take us on their terms, we should not allow them this time. Now we make the choice."

Annette stood and looked at him, "then this might be the appropriate time for me and Reetho to share the news I've discovered. The reason the woman is in the fortress. And I may have found out what that very thing is. I saw it in that strange dimension she put me in before it spat me back out with my lightning bolt. It looked like a stone, an orange glowing rock that spoke in the same whispers as the supreme beings once did in the urns all those two thousand and thirteen years ago. The whispers, they told me of something beneath the fortress in the dungeon. Something we need to destroy."

"In the dungeon . . . I may know where it is," said Tom, eavesdropping in the doorway. All their eyes widened with a sound of hope as they heard the words.

"I have a plan," said Reetho, "and if we stick to it we might just survive, and win . . . if we put everything we have into this. This may very well be the final battlefield, and it awaits us on its hot sand."

Lauret raised from her seat, as did Darryl, Drage and Clarabelle.

"You should know by now that I will not disappoint you if I can help it," said Drage.

"We are all with you on this," spoke Darryl. The others nodded to agree.

The leader looked relieved and gave a deep breath to silence one less worry.

"I am still curious as to how we are going to win this?" asked Darryl.

"With fire," replied Reetho, as if flames had burst from his mouth and turned into words, giving great impact and power, "Iʼll need you all to listen very carefully if this is to work."