She didn't say anything,
but reached her hand out toward me. The ends of her fingers started to sizzle
and smoke. Frantic, she pulled her hand back quickly cradling the burnt fingers
in her other hand. Panic struck her facial features as she rubbed her wound. “I
can’t go on.”
“What do you mean? It’s
not far to the city.” Arsan beckoned her on. The way she was acting was making
me uncomfortable. Something was blocking her path, causing her pain whenever
she touched it. I was afraid to move toward her, afraid that something unseen
would burn me too.
Nell suddenly turned to
smoke. A ripple elongated from the mass of white and red, stretching out to the
unseen fire wall before it. It quickly recoiled with a puff of black smoke just
like before. Solid again, she looked into my eyes. I could see emotions. She
was scared and was fighting not to show it. “There is no way for me to pass.
I’m a product of winter. Magic holds me here. I can’t go beyond this point.”
The impact of her words
sunk in. Then the one thing I never thought I would say to Nell slipped from my
mouth, “How will you protect me if you can’t follow me?”
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