Esveldza: 'The Lonely Child of Fire'

Chapter VIII- Bad Omens

Chapter VIII

Bad Omens

“So where did you get that cut lip? It is pretty bad.” Samre asked after Johnro and Jemro had left after their day’s training.

It took a few seconds for me to decide whether I should tell him of my dream or not, “What is a Staract?” I questioned, not looking at Samre.

He raised his eyebrow and sighed, preparing himself to explain something, “Well it is when a creature combines its soul with another being. Usually because it cannot use it’s own body anymore. It requires quite a lot of magic and is very difficult but anyone or thing can do it. The soul lays dormant in the original soul’s body where it can communicate, influence and even take over from time to time. It is a rare subject to bring up, why do you ask such a question?”

I looked up at the sky; birds flew around above me, their long coloured tails dancing in the sunlight. Their vibrant colours stood out against the pale blue sky. Watching the birds play so peacefully helped me gain more confidence, “I had a dream and Kirrahh was in it, I looked like her in a hybrid sort of way and I could use her abilities only…”

Samre had jumped up and was looking at me with wide eyes, “It was not a dream was it?” He muttered and I shook my head.

“It explains the horns.” I pointed out, running my fingers against them before adding, “I want to train the abilities she gave me… can you help?”

Samre paused for a while before nodding reluctantly, he seemed to be trying to grasp the situation, “Kirrahh was a very powerful dragon and if you can now use even some of that you will have to learn how to control it.”

We walked further into the trees away from the clearing avoid other groups seeing us. After doing it recently in the dream, using the ability was easy.  Samre watched as I summoned a tail and with incredible speed, cut into a tree. The tail alone was able cut almost half way into the tree. Summoning an arm, I sliced through another tree, knocking it completely down.

Samre was silent most of the time I experimented with the ability, only making a comment every so often. I wondered if it was because the ability scared him or if it was just too different for him to really teach me anything.

“Well I seriously hope no one gives you a reason to use this.” Samre said as we walked home a few hours later.

“There’s one more thing I want to tell you,” I said, “I found a piece of paper from Queen Licibie to my father in the study it talked about injuries and she was paying him for them or something. There was also something about someone coming into Forban to check on something or someone. Do you think it’s a criminal business?”

Samre thought for a moment, “The King and Queen are great people; I cannot imagine that is what it is. I say for now leave it, have trust in our King and Queen. Worry about the war with Geigan, that is something we know is a problem.”

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Johnro and Jemro had pissed me off once again, if only they knew of the power I possessed; they would never even think of trying to make me upset. Samre had made me promise I would never use the power unless I needed to and I would keep that promise.

I wouldn’t have been so annoyed if they only were rude to me but they were rude to Samre too as well and had stormed off without doing any punishment training. They had insulted me and tried to beat me up. When Samre had tried to make them stop they attacked him with their nasty words.

Samre had lost interest in training for the rest of the day after they left so I let him be and went home. I could tell he missed Staarla, it had been weeks sense we heard from her or her group.