Fear of Travelers
The day of the tests is here.
Shazira and I dance the greeting early, finishing by first light.
“I need to feel the sky,” I tell her.
“Then, we’ll spend the morning together.”
I rise high in the sky, close my physical eyes, and open all of myself to the world of energy.
I see the energy web sparkle all around me, as the sun’s light grows stronger and stronger, and I hear the ebb and flow of the web as it greets the sun.
The web dances its own greeting to the new day.… Read more
I watch the drifting clouds through the window of the cafe, barely aware of Shazira near me.
The food is long finished, but still, we sit.
There is little talk, with our heads full of the coming test.
Tzina comes running in to find us, more excited than I’ve ever seen her.
“He’s here, ina.”
Balshown has come to the Watchtower to meet my family.
He’s the oldest master in the guilds, and the most powerful.
There are many stories about him, but only he knows where truth ends, and fiction begins.
Shazira is nervous about … Read more
Hiding from the Energy Web
Keela and I land on a high hill, its sides covered in blue and yellow wildflowers.
A few small houses cover the top of the hill, surrounded by a high wall.
The houses and the wall are decorated with the royal symbol, in dark blue and gold.
“This is the royal camp,” she says.
“That’s what it’s always been called.”
“Our ancestors came to this area as an army, after a war, and the surviving leaders camped here.”
“In many ways we are still an army.”
There are guards everywhere.
Heavily … Read more
The rain surrounds me as I fly, but doesn’t touch me.
I reach Balshown before first light, and we dance the greeting together.
“The guild will waste my morning,” he says, as he prepares breakfast.
“Come back for a few hours in the late afternoon.”
“What do they want with you?”
He turns and looks in my eyes.
Balshown hides little from me.
“They want to hear about your training.”
“What will you say?”
“I’ll tell them what they expect to hear, that I’ve been following their orders.”
“They told me to teach you little, sabotage your efforts, … Read more
Blood and Light
A high-pitched child’s scream fills the marketplace, and people yell for a healer.
The market woman looks around in fear.
Her young daughter gone.
She runs toward the source of the scream, and I follow.
A crowd circles a booth that sells sharp metal tools, and long knives.
The girl has fallen against a knife, and cut her upper arm half off.
The artery squirts blood all around, and the arm hangs limp, as bones, muscles, and nerves are all cut.
The bleeding must be stopped soon, or the girl will bleed to death.
The arm … Read more