Mellorine sat under a still standing tree surveying the fires dying all around. Dan was a silhouette as he approached her in the darkness.
"Any luck?"
She shook her head without saying anything. The apartment had been leveled; she almost had passed it without recognizing where she was, though she had called it her home for nearly eleven years. Anyone who hadn't left in time would no longer be alive.
The smoky air stung her eyes almost as much as her tears did. The ground was hot through her jeans, though the chill of the coming fall was in the air.
A rumble brought their attention to the flashes of light to the north. Dan offered his hand and Mello took it, allowing him to pull her up.
"We've got to go," she said. "They're headed this way again."
A wave of
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And my family was right in the middle of the first battles. They're probably--" No, she wouldn't go there. "Look around, Simon. Does this look like something that we have a hope of winning?"
"I found something earlier. Something that helped me to remember when they first revealed themselves among us."
Why was she listening to this? "Is there a point?"
"That day a blackness covered the sky. A ship. Made for war. Their enemies declared us their property and they-- the Powers --vowed to protect us." His expression twisted into bitterness. "They fought one another. Just to the west of us. I watched the battle from here. I saw one of them die."
Dan jerked his gaze to Simon, and Mello crossed her arms. "I've never seen one of them die," she said. "Only us. What could possibly kill a Power when not even a nuke slows them down?"
"Lightning."
"That's ridiculous. How would that hurt them when all of our weapons have done nothing?"
"I stood right there." Simon pointed to a small crater. "I saw it. Lightning came out of the clouds and cracked down on one of them. He fried. He fell. He died. I'm certain of it."
"And you didn't remember it before now? That's hard to
“Yes, but we’re more flexible targets. First, we’re not as gifted as you. Second, we aren’t a real threat. We don’t have the same brain muscle. Besides, they think they can buy us off with large sums of money to go away.”
There was a burning sensation going down her cheeks, they wouldn't stop. And no matter how hard she tried to hold it back she just ended up sobbing harder, taking large stuttering breaths every second. She could barely see, the tears clouded her eyes and she felt oh-so weak.
“What if we’ve been able to since it happened? What if everything went back to normal right after? …What if we opened the door, and the power was still on, and everything was as if it never happened?”
Aranloth stared bleakly into the fire. “I don’t know. But if I don’t discover the reason for their increased strength…” he paused, “or the artifact that they’re now using, then I cannot prevent further attacks. They’ll certainly try again. They nearly succeeded this time.”
“There is a weakness.” Malessica added. “All four of them share the same weakness. We’ll be able to exploit them while fighting.”
"We don't know but they know that if they break the treaty we have the right to attack and end them." Sam said in a deathly calm that left no doubt of his rank as alpha of the pack.
“Don’t you know Thessalia? The sentries spoted a ship! You have to get ready for battle!” Chloe said.
“Okay, I will go pack my possessions.” She walked away with no intention of packing; she needed to tell Olive the bad news. It would be difficult, but she had a right to know.
“Aiko.” A soft voice said making her jump. Danny had appeared next to her. “Come on. We were waiting on you.”
When they stopped for the night, wagons circled and bedrolls laid out in the center around individual fires, Miles invited Angela for a walk to stretch her legs. She looked up at him from where she sat near their fire, like he hung the stars in that moment.
“I wonder about that. Did you really plan all that to kill the remaining SHSL Despairs? Or perhaps…maybe you did want us to live, even a little.”
Lúthwen, Aelion, and Fran walked through the thick brush of the forest. They walked silently, not wanting to disturb each other.
Uneasy fingers ruffled through light brown hair, which flowed in long waves to her waist. Beautiful, tear-filled violet eyes reflected an intensity that was rare in someone so young.
Jatskaun looked over at Voronborn. "I just don't see how someone who looks so innocent can possibly be so violent that we have to kill," she said quietly.
“Oh, I have. We’re attacking the first group they send out. Then the second and the third. The plan is to weaken them, we can’t afford more deaths.”