Meeting (Chapter 1)

Fever

Moon

I find everyone in the main area, including the kids. Even Anti and Galaxy.

Galaxy looks ill. Her slim face is grey, and her short black hair is matted to her face. Her grey eyes are tired and saggy, and her jeans, shirt, and leather coat is drenched in sweat, even though she is shivering.

I run to her, and she almost falls over.

"Whats wrong?" I ask, watching her cough violently.

"Black Fever." She replied, coughing in her arm.

She moved her arm away, and black blood is spattered on the sleeve.

"Ill watch him. Get to a hospital. Alpha's orders." I say, opening a portal directly to Intensive Care.

She smiles as I help her through.

The doctors bring a gurney and cart her off to be treated a few doors down.

I walk back through and close the portal.

She'll be just fine. Those are the best doctors in the Realm. I think to myself, walking over to little Anti.

Anti gently hugs me and sneezes. He might be catching it, too.

"Is it contageous?" Jack asks, backing away slightly.

"Not for humans, no." I shake my head, putting the back of my palm to his forehead.

He isnt burning up. Which is a good sign. I still get him to drink a whole water bottle, though.

I walk up to the second level and sit on the couch with him, and he leans into me, exhausted. He passes out before Raf can show new software on his laptop.

I cradle him in my lap, making a chunk of ice form in my palm.

I place the ice on his forehead, just in case. He's too young to be catching Black Fever.

Raf is looking at the ice.

"Can you make snow?" He asks, hope sparking in his eyes.

I nod, still rocking Anti.

"I've never seen snow before." He said, a sense of longing in his voice.

"Hang on." I say, getting up and putting Anti down on my spot. "This is going to be cold, just a heads up." I say as I start.

"I know." He says, watching my hands.

My fingers twirl and spin slowly, taking the humidity from the air and freezing it.

I keep compacting the particles together until they are big enough to make snow flakes. Big, fat ones that you can easily catch on your tounge.

I hold them high above his head and let go.

They all drift down onto him, and I watch as he stares in wonder as he tries to grab a few.