Dragons & Angels

As they moved closer and closer to their destination, Rahid became more and more distant from the boys. Mavrid thought it was due to the fact that he felt responsible for reuniting the group, yet there was something else that Mavrid saw in his eyes. One night, he came up to Mavrid.

“It is time for your lessons,” he stated.

“But Rahid,” Mavrid protested when he realized that he was meaning his Fire Reading lessons. “You saw what happened when I tried to read the fire.”

“I did,” he replied. “And that is what makes me curious. It seems that you have a talent that I have not even been able to fathom until a couple of nights ago. The reason how the fire exploded is still a mystery to me, yet I know that the answer lies within you, somewhere.”

“But Rahid… I might not be able to control it next time.”

“Mavrid, let me tell you something. We were all given life by the Angels for a specific purpose, some to help the world, others to harm. I know that your power is meant to heal the world, and you need to utilize that talent to the greatest potential. It is for the greater good.” He looked at Mavrid, trying to understand him. As Mavrid looked back, he though there was something familiar about those eyes, as though he had known them somewhere before, long ago. They were eyes that made him trust. “There is a power deep inside of you, one that I cannot even comprehend yet, but if we work at it, you may be able to redeem this world of mortal and immortal sin.” There was deep emotion stirred in Mavrid, and despite his fears, he shook his head assuredly.

Rahid smiled and they began. He lit a small fire in the center of a clearing and sat not seven feet from it. Mavrid did the same.

“Now, Mav,” Rahid instructed, “the first thing that we must do is find out how far your Fire Reading potential can go. If you can actually communicate with the flame, not just read what it tells you, then it seems that we will have a lot deeper things to look into.”

Mavrid gazed into the flame. He knew that he was getting better and better at this, though he had not practiced for several days now. Images were already forming in the fire, and they were becoming deeper and deeper by the moment. Rahid just stood there, looking over him to make sure that everything went fine, while Arron stood at a distance, watching with curiosity as his friend preformed his ritual. Within about five minutes, a clear picture was formed in Mavrid’s mind, colored orange, red, and yellow.

“I see a woman huddled in a black cloak,” he began, explaining to Rahid what he saw. “It looks as though she has a dagger underneath her arm.” The picture was becoming more and more disturbingly real. Even the scenery was unfolding. “It looks like she is hidden in a forest, between many trees. She’s taking the dagger out along with a vile she had in a pouch. She’s rubbing the tip of the pouch with the dagger and getting ready to throw it.” He paused.

“What is it?” Rahid pressed. Even Arron was moving closer so that he could hear.

“She’s facing a fire from a distance, hidden in the woods,” he said slowly. “And it looks that there are three people around it. One of them looks exactly like…” An icy cold shiver ran down his spine. “Rahid, turn right a little.” He did so. “You’re facing her.”