Wings of Nestor (9 page)

Emane turned to face him. “I am not—”

“Yes, you are.” Alcander walked straight past him. “And you are going to get her killed. Now, would you like to continue with your flirting disguised as sword play, or can we actually train?”

“Alcander, do you have to—” Kiora began.

“I suppose you can train her better than I can?” Emane demanded over the top of her.

“Of course I can.” Alcander held up two fingers. “One: Because I can do magic, which is what she needs. And two: Because I am not afraid to let her get hurt. You, on the other hand, treat her like she is a glass doll.”

“I am her Protector,” Emane said.

“And you will protect her to death. Do you think others will be as careful with her as you are?”

“Stop it,” Kiora said, stepping between them. “We can’t be at each other’s throats—there is too much to be done.”

Emane ignored her as if she were not there, stepping to the side. “How can you enjoy hurting her?”

“Emane.” Kiora took a deep breath, trying to keep from yelling at them both. “He doesn’t…”

Alcander moved so quickly that Kiora didn’t realize he had started moving until he was nose to nose with Emane. “I do not enjoy hurting her.” He seethed with such fire that Kiora’s breath hitched. “But teaching her, really teaching her, is the only way to keep her alive. Now, can you allow her to hurt?” Alcander punctuated each word, his eyes narrowed to slits. “Because if you can’t, you can’t help train her.”

“Alcander!”

Emane’s gaze did not waver, his jaw working. “Fine. You train her.”

Kiora huffed, crossing her arms. Alcander was right—he did need to train her. But the two of them talking as if she were not there was annoying.

“Thank you.”

“I am standing right here,” Kiora snapped. “You two don’t get to stand around and discuss things as if I am not. Emane, if it does come to war, I would like you fighting with Drustan. Training with him would help you two learn to work together, to play off your strengths and weaknesses.”

The two men looked her way during her short outburst but still stood threateningly within inches of each other. Drustan walked up casually, putting his arm around Emane’s shoulder. “Come, my prince. I don’t think you want to see this.”

Emane’s eyes flickered sideways with alarm. “What? Why?”

“There is a good chance they will be calling you for healing. Come along.”

“Healing? Alcander, if you—”

Kiora pushed her way between them. “Enough. I make the choice. Look, Alcander’s right. It’s the only way to train me.” She placed her palm on Emane’s chest. “It’s fine. Go with Drustan.”

Drustan dragged Emane off. “What creature would you like to do battle on? Pink Pegasus? Purple dragon?”

“Is there anything mute, by chance?”

Kiora grinned as Drustan laughed. “Ahh, no such luck, my prince,” Drustan said as he patted Emane on the shoulder with mock sympathy. Looking down at the pile of weapons, he said, “We should fight from the air, as you’re best with your bow.”

Emane bent over to pick up his bow and quiver and Drustan morphed into a dragon, his color changing to purple.

Without even a look over his shoulder, Emane yelled, “Don’t! Don’t you dare.” Drustan changed to black as Emane turned to face him.

“What?” he asked innocently. “Don’t do what?”

Emane shook his head and then grabbed on to Drustan’s tail. The dragon lifted him up and over his back.

Drustan spread his wings. “How far does the barrier extend?”

Alcander pointed at a lonesome rock jutting out of the ocean. “That is the border. Go past that point and you will be outside the protection.”

Drustan took off, flying straight up before turning into a dive. His massive body barely missed the cliff edge on his way down.

“Show off,” Alcander said.

“I don’t think he was showing off,” Kiora said, pursing her lips. “I think he was trying to scare Emane.”

“Ready?”

Without turning around, Kiora twitched her fingers. She heard Alcander slam onto his back, followed by some very creative swearing. She laughed as she bubbled and ran, turning to wait for what she knew was coming next.

Alcander pushed to his feet, still swearing, but grinning. As Kiora predicted, Alcander pushed his sphere out with a grunt. Kiora, anticipating it, dropped her bubble before the sphere hit and fired off a shot. Alcander barely had time to put up a hand shield before it caught him in the shoulder.

“Good thing you don’t need to fight with that ridiculous sword,” Alcander said, rubbing his shoulder. “You’re terrible.”

“Is that your way of saying my magical fighting is improving?” Kiora asked with a cock of her head.

“I think you are ready to move past
elementary
magical fighting.”

She dropped her hands in exasperation. “
Elementary?”

“
Elementary magical fighting is using magic for direct hits, hiding, strategy. You’re making rapid progress in those areas. But now I want to see more of what we started back on the island.” He walked around Kiora as Drustan rocketed overhead. A second later, an arrow buried itself in the ground right at Alcander’s feet. He looked up with a frown.

“That was a nice shot,” Kiora observed. “You have to admit.”

“The next step,” Alcander continued, moving around the arrow without comment, “is using your imagination. Many of us are limited in this by the elements we have access to. But you—you can do almost anything you want.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I told you—it is you and your imagination. We are not working with things that require incantations. I don’t have time to teach you each one of those. But ask the elements for what you want and they will listen. Specifically, what will help you against a dragon?”

Kiora thought out loud. “Their hides are impervious to fire—that won’t be of any use.”

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss it. If you were quick enough, you could control
their
fire.”

“Really?”

“Really. But you would have to be
very
quick. I wouldn’t recommend you attempting that for a while. What else?”

“Earth could be useful in the right scenario.”

“Anything could be useful in the right scenario. What is
your
scenario?”

“I have no idea what I am walking into, Alcander. They fly—what about wind?”

“Wind is good. Although, dragon’s wings are powerful and their bodies are heavy—it takes a large force to halt their progression or pull them off course. One of the best defenses against a dragon is water, if you have it. Since Toopai is an island, you will. We know you can control water, but we need to see if you can use it to hit specific targets.”

Kiora set many small fires to simulate an attacking dragon and help her practice aiming. She pulled spiraling pillars of water from the ocean below, forcing them forward. She sent spiral after spiral, scowling at her inability to hit where she was aiming. Most landed on either side of her targets. A couple of the fires were extinguished by sheer luck when the water splashed to the side. Unfortunately, a little splashing would do nothing to detour a real dragon.

About the time she began to land strikes on target, Alcander added wind, blowing it in gusts toward her attacks and forcing them off course. Frustration built within her at the number of fires that still burned around the property.

What she lacked in aim, she knew she made up for in sheer power, and if she had learned anything since she started this journey, it was to use her strengths. Closing her eyes, she focused on the water that beat against the cliffs. Motioning it upward, she called the waves. To her complete surprise, a mountainous wave came hurtling over the side of the cliff, rushing across the dry grass straight at them.

“Kiora!” Alcander put up his hands, trying to direct the water around himself, but the size was beyond his power. It swept his feet out from under him, washing him backwards and slamming him into the house. Kiora released the water with a yelp and ran toward him.

“Alcander! Are you all right?”

He looked a little dazed. His hair and clothes were drenched.

“Fine.” He coughed. “Fine. What was that?”

She shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “The fires are out.”

Drustan made a low pass, his claws barely skimming the ground. Emane stood up, running down Drustan’s back. As Drustan’s tail whipped around, Emane crouched, bending his knees, and slid down the rest of the tail. He landed neatly on the ground not more than a foot in front of Alcander as Drustan headed back to the sky.

“How?” Alcander blinked as if he were sure he was seeing things. “What magic did you use for that?”

Emane grinned. Reaching out his hand, he offered it to Alcander, pulling him up. “No magic. Some of us just have physical abilities beyond what others may have.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re all wet, Alcander. What happened?”

Kiora covered her mouth and turned away to hide her laugh.

CHAPTER TEN

Toopai

THAT NIGHT AFTER DINNER, Kiora was exhausted. If it hadn’t been for Emane healing all her bumps and bruises, she probably wouldn’t have been able to walk. All four of them had eaten their fill of fish—again—and were dragging themselves wearily up the stairs when the doors to the house flew open. Alcander whirled, dropping into a crouch as he sent out a sphere. It traveled down the staircase and toward the open door, popping the intruder’s bubble and revealing Lomay and Arturo standing in the entryway.

Lomay smiled and clapped. “Bravo, Alcander. Splendid reaction time!”

“Arturo!” Kiora rushed down the stairs to wrap her arms around the Pegasus’ neck.

I have missed you,
Arturo thought in his beautiful tenor voice.

I have missed you too,
Kiora thought. “Lomay, how are the people? Did everyone get out all right?”

“They are fine, my dear. They are worried about you just as you are about them.” He smiled kindly.

Alcander leaned, casually annoyed, against the banister. “Did you come for a reason, or simply to test my reaction time?”

“I had a vision,” Lomay said cheerfully. “So I intercepted Arturo and asked him bring me along.”

“What did you see?” Kiora asked.

“Nothing that will tell me the outcome of this idea of yours,” Lomay said, throwing her a meaningful glance. “Would you mind explaining yourself?”

They moved into a side room. It was large, yet cozy. Sofas and armchairs dotted the room, anchored by thick plush rugs and side tables. Once they were all settled, Kiora explained the visions and her theories about why they needed to understand Jasmine, who she was, and why the dragons were the only ones that may hold the answers they needed. When she finished, Lomay’s expression was darker than she had ever seen, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“I suppose it’s possible.” Lomay looked thoughtful before standing abruptly. “Emane, Alcander, Drustan, I think it is time you all retire. I would like a few moments alone with Kiora and Arturo.”

As Emane walked by him, Lomay patted him on the back. “Glad to see you again, my boy, and in one piece.”

“Thank you.” Emane stopped. “You’re not going to talk her out of this?”

“No, I am afraid not.”

“I would like to go with her,” he said.

“I am afraid it would be most dangerous for you to accompany Kiora. In order to protect people, sometimes you must keep your distance,” he said with an understanding smile.

“I seem to be keeping my distance a lot. Good night.”

“Good night,” Kiora answered back.

Alcander walked by Kiora, his finger trailing down her arm. He looked nearly unaware he was doing it until the magic jumped between them, at which he delicately removed his hand and left the room without a glance or word to Lomay.

Lomay looked to the remaining member of the group. “Drustan?”

“Did the Shifters make it out of the canyon?”

“Most of them, yes.”

“Thank you.” He bowed his head. “For not leaving them behind.”

Lomay waited until the door clicked shut. “There are some things you need to know before this journey of yours.” He perused the chairs, trying to decide which one would be most comfortable. “The dragons are not going to give you time to explain yourself before your approach.”

“You are telling me it’s hopeless?”

“No. It was, but it’s not now.” He dropped into a chair, patting the arms with a sigh. “My first vision I had of you was disastrous. That is why I hailed Arturo to bring me with him. What were your plans, exactly, if the dragons attacked?”

“Well, a shield,” she said, sitting in the chair across from Lomay.

“Right.” Lomay leaned forward. “Except a shield does not protect all your sides, does it?” Kiora shook her head. “With the welcoming party they will send, you will need all sides protected.”

What would you have us do, Lomay?
Arturo asked.

It was the first time Kiora had ever heard Arturo’s thoughts to another. She wondered if he had shared them with her on purpose. Arturo gave a curt nod in her direction.

“On our way here, I had another vision. A vision of you doing what I would suggest.” Lomay smiled, his chest puffing up proudly. “It worked brilliantly.”

And what would that be?
Arturo’s thoughts were tinged with annoyance at the old man’s theatrics.

“A water shield.”

Kiora looked blankly at him. “A what?”

“A water shield,” he repeated proudly.

I am not familiar with that,
Arturo thought.

“Of course not. I made it up. But as I mentioned, I saw the vision and it worked perfectly.”

As usual, Kiora couldn’t decide whether she should be exasperated or amused.
Can’t you just read his mind for me?
Kiora asked Arturo.

His mind is closed to me. I can communicate with him, but that is all.

“Lomay, could you please explain to me what a water shield is?”

“Certainly. What is the best defense against fire?”

Of course he wasn’t going to explain it. He was going to make her guess her way into it. “Water.”