War Queen

Chapter 7: Debra

*I know that some of you would like to get back to the battle but we aren't done with Debra yet, so sorry, but you are just going to have to wait.*

"Wait a minute, a wall of fire, moving, suspended in air, over open water, is that what you just said?"

"Yep"

I try to think of the possibilities but come up with nothing.

"Impossible!"

"Yeah, well according to my encyclopedia, so is a moonlight barrier"

I stare out at the open water then my eye catches something in the distance. It looks like fire, but on open water; which should be impossible; in theory, but this is Meacambro, anything can happen.

"So, maybe the wall of fire over water is possible."

Marco looks at me as if I am breaking out in hives.

"Excuse me?"

"A wall of fire, suspended over water could be possible."

"How?"

I think about the how very carefuly, while still staring at the fire. Imediatly  it arches down and engulfs the boats. I gasp as another wall goes hurtling at the same boats. It is comming from the sea walls, where the archers of the watchtower are posted. It can't be, can it?

"Debby?"

I shake myself out of my thoughts and look back at Marco.

"I think it might just be possible, it would need to be pulled off incredibly precisely and you would need someone almost immpossibly powerful but it could work. I can't think of anyone who would be that powerful except maybe the late queen..."

I ramble on and on, putting my thoughts out there before Marco interupts.

"Krissa could do it"

I look at his image in disbelief while rolling my eyes.

"No she couldn't, she never uses her magic"

Now it was his turn to look at me in disbelief.

"Seriously Debby? She changes the weather in the castle for entertainment, she can speak through multiple mindlinks at any one time, she created a moonlight barrier, nobody has done that for hundreds of years. Making a moving wall of flame is probably the easiest thing she ever does."

I stare at his image open mouthed and shake my head.

"No! She can't... no royal in the history of the kingdom of Meacambro has ever been able to summon fire let alone move it in a straight line over water. Meacambodians can only summon ice and wind, you know that."

He gives me a pitying look, shakes his head and takes a deep breath before looking into my eyes and setting his face into a serious expression.

"Krissa isn't the daughter of the late King Eric, only of Queen Taya. Her father is unknown."

I look out at the water that is no longer covered in fog, trying to process this new information. Does Krissa know? Does she know who her real father is? This doesn't settle well with me; the current queen of Meacambro is the late queen Taya's bastard child, not even reputable, she shouldn't be on the throne.

"Marco, why are we invading Meacambro."

*Sorry this is short*