Cocking
first her hips and then her rifle, Scara took careful aim at the target
Amadeus pinned on a distant tree. Squinting her eyes, calming her breath, she
started to squeeze the trigger. When the rifle erupted the concussion knocked
into her shoulder, nearly knocking her backward. Lowering the weapon, she gingerly
rubbed her shoulder. Abid clapped slowly twice from his place on the beach,
sunning himself. “Such a little girl to have such a big rifle. Maybe you should
learn magic like the boy wizard.”
“Rubio’s
magic is beautiful,” she confessed as she continued to rub. It was definitely unhappy
and likely bruised. “The first time I saw his spells, all dazzling light like
fireworks, I thought that being a wizard would be wonderful.”
“Now?”
This came from Alesandro, who had been helping with her rifle instruction. He
was weak and battered, but being on land seemed to return a ghost of the former
gentleman’s life he’d known.
A quick glance confirmed what Scara
suspected, Abid’s eyes were closed, napping in the sun. So to Alesandro she
replied, “You remember what he was like then, innocent, bright eyed. I remember
right after we cast off and he bought the penny porn. We’d read it together.
J, trying to figure out what to do when the time came. Now, just in a few months later, and he’s gone from fireworks to shadows. You should
see what he can do now. His bright lights have turned into bright fires that burn people
alive. His boyish face can transform into anyone, even the Young Wolf. Now, I’ve even seen him turn
invisible.” She shuttered, despite the damp warmth of the jungle. “He’s
becoming more powerful by the day.”
“And this disturbs you?”
“No,” she shook her head, “I am
happy for my friend. He’s become a man, someone any family could be proud of.
But sometimes, when I think about him wielding nothing more than bright pops of
light, I miss the boy I knew.”
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