I woke up choking.
When I opened my eyes there was smoke
everywhere. A set of large hands shot at me through the dark and ripped me from
the bed. Without thinking I struck out with my leg, and I fell to the floor.
“Harley! It’s Arthur!”
I could hear the smoke alarm blaring in
the background and I continued to cough.
“Use your air magic, pull clean air to
your face!” Arthur yelled through the chaos. “When you can breathe, use your
fire magic to slow the fire down!”
“Ok,” I croaked as I followed him from
the room.
We went into his bedroom and he lifted
the rug, once he got the panel open, he had me go down first.
“Why…are we…down…here!” I yelled
between coughs. “We will…burn…to death!”
“This room doubles as a bunker,” he
replied. “We will be fine down here. I'm going to call your dad and let him
know what's going on. Sit down and catch your breath. If you can, do your best
to keep the damage to a minimum. I’m sure one of the neighbors has called the
fire department.”
I sat down and reached for my fire
magic. I coaxed it to slow down. I used every ounce of energy I had to try to
contain the fire, but it was massive and I didn’t have enough control. Once
Arthur was off the phone, I felt him gather up some air and send it out. I
listened for it to come back. The fire department was here.
This excerpt was taken from a lightly edited first draft. All content here may be changed or removed from the final book.
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