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Chapter 25: Reylyn

Reylyn's defenses kicked in and she gripped her gladius in her hands. The lions growled at her, and she tilted her head angrily.n

"I guess we have the same destination, Aslan?"

. "You finally listened?" Aslan growled. "You know, you wouldn't have had to face us, if it weren't for him," The lion gestured to Scarvern, already fighting off some of the lions that had surrounded them.

Reylyn shrugged. "He's being surprisingly helpful," Aslan lunged towards, along with his pack, but she sidestepped them.

The pack of lions growled in unison. Reylyn smirked. "You'll have to be better than that," she shook out her hair. She closed her eyes and imagined a big fireball, big enough to trick a pack of lions.

Reylyn's mind kept wandering to her childhood. Her brother was standing near a fire pit cheering her on as she made a tiny flame in the palm of her hand. Ethan's hair was messy, and his ice blue eyes were full of happiness and glee. He looked about eleven.

Eight year old Reylyn was giggling happily as the flame got bigger. It was now the size of a pear.

"Be careful," Ethan told her sternly. "You don't know your powers very well,"

"Nothing bad will happen!" she giggled happily.

' He laughed behind her. "Alright then,"

She began jogging across the forest. Reylyn realized the forest looked familiar, she was standing in it.

Ethan picked her up before she could jog too far and put her on his shoulders.

"No you don't," he laughed. She giggled

Reylyn snapped out of the flashback with Scarvern calling her name, panicking. Her face was stinging and felt like it was burning. He was gripping her forearms shakily.

"Don't do that," she replied weakly. She was too weak to argue with him.

He chuckled. "Hello to you to, Burn,"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised you're not scratched up,"

He grinned. "Well, you know that fire ball of yours?"

She nodded with a grim expression. That was supposed to save them, not trigger a flashback.

"Well, it protected me from the lions. They wouldn't get anywhere near me with that near," he chucked at the thought.

She sneered silently. "That was actually supposed to send us away from them," He released his grip on her forearms gently. "Oh, and just a warning, get used to me doing that,"

He raised an eyebrow. "Used to what?"

"Creating forms of fire whenever I feel like it," she popped her knuckles with a snarky grin. "And hope you don't get burnt with them,"

He sighed. "I have to get used to your fire outbursts now? Great,"

Reylyn shot him a fierce glare. "It's not like I'll do them when I have the most minor inconvenience. They wear me out anyways," She studied her palms for any residue from the heat of the flames from earlier.

"Oh? Now do they?" someone replied snarky, but it wasn't Scarvern, the voice was too snappy to be him.

Scarvern looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Time to get along with each other till we find this voice,"

She grumbled angrily and grabbed her gladius, just in case the guy was armed. They both gasped when the sound of the voice got louder as someone jumped from the tree with a smug grin on their faces.

The guy had messy curly brown hair, and his cheeks had a few long scars scattered across them. As well as some freckles. His eyes looked like the leaves of the trees. If she had to be honest, he was like a mix between Rheton and Scarvern.

"And you are?" he smirked at Reylyn.

She tilted her head to the side angrily in response. Reylyn gripped her gladius harder and glared at the tree jumper.

"The voice has a face now," Scarvern grumbled from behind her. Scarvern was gripping his sword so hard his fingers were starting to turn white. "And to many scars,"

The guy chuckled at Scarvern's weak insult and his white as snow knuckles. "What a surprise to see you here," the guy commented, but it sounded like it was only directed to Scarvern by the tone of his voice.

Scarvern lifted his chin to get a better view of his face, and he loosened his grip on his dagger a little bit.

"Hello brother," he took a step towards Scarvern.

"Hello Tristan," Scarvern replied coldly.

Reylyn looked back and forth between them for a few times, before realizing they had some of the same features. Tristan had Scarvern's fluffy blond hair but in brown, and his nose was the same as Scarvern's too.