even though the shadow world is a borderland between fire and sky, I still can’t access the sky.”
“Why?”
“Because once I rule the sky, I can return to the living world.”
Horror rolled through me. “What’s in the sky?”
“The source of all magic.”
I didn’t quite understand. All magicians had access to the power source. Would he block others from using it?
“You know so little of magic,” he said. His expression was incredulous.
I peered at him. His face had changed from smooth to covered with burn scars. His skin rippled as if melting.
“Why do you need me?”
“You’re the only one who can get me into the sky.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because this is what I’ll do to your family and friends.”
He touched my arm. Burning pain seared up my shoulder and encompassed my head. My eyes turned hot and dry. The other occupants of the fire world became visible through a shimmering veil of heat.
Souls writhed in pain, dancing as if flames clinging to a log. Twisting and contorting, their misery pulsed off them in waves. The force of their emotions slammed into me. I stepped back into the Fire Warper’s embrace.
He pointed to the different souls. “A few belong here, like Hetoo and Makko. Others were sent by the Daviians to feed me. Increased my power so much I can travel into the shadow world and steal more souls.” He dragged me through the sea of suffering. “Your brother would add nicely to my collection. His magic is strong. Moon Man.” He savored the Story Weaver’s name. “Would bring me a cooling blue power. Combined, your mother and father would give me a boost. But I’ll let them all live if you help me.”
“If I help you, you’ll be able to rule the living world, so how does that save them?”
“I’ll show them special favor.”
I knew they wouldn’t agree. Yet spending eternal life in complete misery wasn’t an attractive alternative.
The Fire Warper released me. The souls faded from sight and the dull plain reappeared.
“Much better, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“This could be your eternity. It’s not very interesting, but it is safe. However…”
I leaned forward.
“You could live in the sky. It’s peaceful and filled with contentment and joy.”
“Until you join them.”
“I only need to use them for a while. Once I’ve returned to the living, I will let you preside over their happiness.”
An appealing prospect, except he had changed his story and I knew then I couldn’t trust anything he said or promised. Being dead hadn’t released me from my responsibilities at all. Perhaps if I went into the sky, I could tap into the power source and stop him.
“What would I have to do?” I asked.
“You need to find a soul on its way to the sky and follow it.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be with you.”
I looked at him in confusion.
“When you go to the sky, you’ll be able to explore all aspects of magic. But to get there, you need to draw a soul to you. You know how to do that. Once you have the soul, step into the fire. Come to me and together we will go to the sky,” he explained.
“But I’m dead already. Why can’t I take one of the souls that doesn’t belong here?”
He shook his head. “You must come under your own volition. You’re not dead. I pulled you from the flames before they could consume your body. Besides, all these souls belong here. They don’t deserve to be in the sky.”
Another contradiction. I didn’t know what to believe. And his motives were unclear, so I asked him, “Why do you want to go back to the living world?”
His burned face creased with anger. Fire erupted on his shoulders. “He sent me here to spend an eternity in misery. But his descendant released me, fed me power in exchange for knowledge and obedience. My master is strong, but not that strong. I have exceeded my savior’s power. Now I want to regain my life that had been stolen from me.”
“Who sent you here?”
“An Efe traitor named Guyan. Now do we have an agreement? If not, then you will remain here.” He shrugged as if my decision didn’t concern him too much.
Guyan’s name was familiar to me. He was Gede’s ancestor. So my new Story Weaver was in league with the Fire Warper. Perhaps Gede was also their leader Jal. I would have to remember that tidbit the next time I had a lesson scheduled with Gede. I choked out a laugh. At this point, there would be no future sessions for me.
I scanned the flat plain, peering into the red-tinged light. A gray shape swooped from the air. It dived and danced over a figure. I moved closer. The shape was a bat. But there weren’t any insects or sources of heat to warrant its actions. Yet it picked and yanked at the figure. Another torture on the poor soul?
“What do you see, Yelena?” the Fire Warper asked. “Your future?”
“Perhaps.” I turned away.
“Will you come back?”
“Yes.”
He held out his hand. I grasped it. My world melted in a blaze of heat and cooled just as quickly in a swirl of ash and smoke. I lay among the ruins of the stable. Charred beams rested in crooked angles, twisted pieces of blackened metal littered the floor, and the scorched smell of burnt leather hung in the air.
I stumbled from the still-warm pile of wood. Singed holes peppered my clothes and soot streaked my skin. My cloak was gone. The hair on my arms had been burned away. I reached for my head, stopping when I encountered half-burnt stubble instead of hair.
My ruined boots crunched on the remains of the stable and shuffled through ash-filled puddles as I walked out, seeking Kiki. No response to either my mental or physical calls.
A loud bang sounded behind me and I turned to see Valek standing in the doorway of the cottage.
I laughed at his expression of complete and utter surprise. Then my legs turned to liquid as I realized what I would really lose when I kept my promise to the Fire Warper. My efforts were so focused on trying to protect him —protect everyone—I hadn’t considered the cost of keeping them safe. I fell.
He was beside me in an instant. Caressing my face with a feather-light touch, he looked uncertain.
“Are you real?” he asked. “Or just some cruel joke?”
“I’m real. A real simpleton, Valek. I should never have said…I should never have done…” I drew in a deep breath. “Forgive me, please?”
“Would you promise never to do it again?” he asked.
“Sorry, I can’t.”
“Then you certainly are real. A real pain in the ass, but that’s who I fell in love with.” He pulled me close.
I clung to him with my ear pressed against his chest. The beat of his heart, steady and solid, comforted me. His soul, nestled within its chambers, was unreachable with my magic, but he had given it to me freely.
“Why were you so determined to push me away, love?”
“Fear.”
“You’ve faced fear before. What’s different?”
Good question. The answer horrified me. All this time I believed I wanted to protect my friends and family from the Fire Warper. “I’m afraid of my magic.” The words tumbled from my mouth, breaking through the invisible barrier I had built between us. “If I harvested enough souls, I know I would possess ample power to defeat all the Warpers, including the Fire Warper. That’s tempting. Tempting enough to want to protect you from me.”
