The Fire Immortal-Book 5

Chapter 42

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Chapter 42

                       Arulan felt much more confident with the ghost army on his side. Varmer's magicians were dying right, left and centre, thanks to the invisible ghosts. Even the rebel magicians were a little frightened of them, for none of them could see them and, thanks to Helen being gone, Arulan had no effective way of communicating with all of them. Donovan could transport the message to some of them, for sure, but he was not very good at light-leaping. If he did it more than once, he would become exhausted and would probably faint.

                      "Kayla?" Arulan called out, as he parried blows with another magician.

                      "Right here," she said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and knocking the magician hard on the side of the head so that Arulan could stab him in the chest. "What do you need?"

                       Arulan yanked his sword out of the magician's chest. "I need you to help me find the person who is coordinating the war front for the Moon Children," he said. "I have no idea where Cedric and Remus brought Luna, but last I saw her, she wasn't conscious, much less in fighting condition."

                       Kayla frowned. "I can get a ghost to check up on her," she suggested. "It'd have to be a ghost who knows her or who can move around fast-" She cut herself off with a sharp gasp.

                       "Kayla!" Arulan exclaimed.

                        Although she couldn't die, Arulan was afraid for a split second that some magician had figured out a way to kill a ghost. He stared at her, eyes wide open, hoping against hope that he was not going to see her crumple to the floor like all the other magicians who had been killed.

                       Kayla pressed her lips together into a thin line. Something haunted her dark eyes, something that Arulan recognized very well nowadays; it was loss. A few months ago, Arulan would not have identified it half as quickly but now, after seeing it on every single magician's face, day in and day out, he recognized it.

                       Someone whom she cared about had been killed.

                       Arulan cursed in the ancient language, bringing Kayla's attention to him. Her head snapped around to stare at him, almost as if she wasn't seeing him properly anymore. Her cheeks were more silver than usual; it was the ghost's equivalent of being flushed, be it angry, embarrassed or upset.

                       "Who's dead?" Arulan asked, his voice tight. He hated having to be the bearer of bad news, or in this case, the one who forced the bad news into the open, but he knew that the faster Kayla told someone the truth, the faster they could both go back to their jobs. That just didn't mean that he had to like it.

                       "Raven," Kayla said shakily, her voice vibrating all over the place.

                       It took a second for Arulan to realize that she wasn't talking to him.

                       For Raven stood behind him, looking every bit like every other ghost whom Arulan had seen in the past half-an-hour. Her skin was transparent, but with a silvery tone to it that made it impossible for Arulan to have made a mistake about her health status.