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raised his arms above his
head to produce a massive circle of fire. When his eyes returned to
mine, he smiled. He liked playing with fire. And then he shoved the fireball
toward me with frightening speed. I threw both hands in front of me
palms out and forced the largest mass of flame I could toward the
ball of fire. Chevelle twisted his hands and it dodged up and then
angled back toward me. I shook my hands frantically, spitting small
bullets of heat at it, hoping to break it up. He pulled his hands
apart and it split, each side curving back toward me; there were
suddenly two now, closing in fast.
    I leapt forward just as they
collided where I'd been standing and lost my footing while I
watched the fireworks behind me. I spun into a tumble to keep from
landing flat on my face and was still thrilling from the fire play
as I rolled to my feet. Magic . I let out a breathless laugh
and Chevelle joined in, though he may have merely been amused by my
fall.
    We spent the next several hours there in the
meadow, sculpting my craft. The exercises grew increasingly more
difficult but it seemed Chevelle was only toying with me. He must
have had much experience with fire magic; the flames he produced
behaved like an obedient dog. Mine acted more like a wet cat.
    Exhausted by the day’s work, I began to sway
a bit. Chevelle led me to the base of an old willow and I slumped
against the trunk and then slid down to lie on my back. Chevelle
reclined against the tree, his legs coming to rest just above my
head on the ground.
    I gazed through the immense mass of leaves
and branches overhead and breathed deeply. I felt I needed to
explain. I rolled my eyes up to look at him as I lightly touched my
cheek. “I was searching for my mother’s things…”
    He didn’t respond, he merely continued as he
had been, staring straight out into the meadow, so I returned to
watching the canopy of leaves.
    “… I can’t remember her…” I
hadn’t really discussed this with anyone before but now I was
talking and I didn’t know where to stop without a response from
him. I kept on, explaining my dreams (leaving out the part I had
read about the northern clans) and closed my eyes in an attempt to
see them clearer. I was recalling the details, her dark hair
blowing in the wind, the feeling of being trapped, when my thoughts
faded into the blackness of sleep.
     
    I woke in my own bed, lit by the dim light of
a single flame suspended above my table. A flash of embarrassment
hit as it dawned on me Chevelle must have placed me there; he must
have seen my home, my room. And then I smiled, because he had left
me a flame. I stretched my entire body, rejuvenated from the rest.
I was unsure how long I'd slept but it looked like the sun was
rising again and I wanted to be out of the house before I ran into
Fannie.
    It was probably too early to hope to see
Chevelle. I'd spent the last two days with him but he hadn’t
revealed anything of himself and that had only made me more
curious. I retrieved the documents I'd hidden after my second trip
to the library to find out whether they'd add anything to the
terrible report from the council’s recorder. There wasn’t much new
there, more names, but I did notice a watermark on one of the
pages. I held it up to the light to better see. It was a council
marking and something else.
    I dug out the first pages from under my
mattress and examined them closer. The pages directly from the
recorder’s report all included the same council mark plus a string
of characters. I tried to decode them, it seemed one of the symbols
might have simply been page numbers. And the others, could they be
locators? They did remind me of the codes used in the library,
though more elaborate. No one really used the codes, you didn’t
need them with magic, but they were added to many of the pages when
the fairies had started tracking clan histories.
    Then it hit me I might have had what I needed
to find the northern clans in the council