“What in the world is that?” Paign yelled over a sudden windy blast. “What’s going on, anyway?”
“Wow! Never seen anything like that,” Anders replied. “Whoa! It’s coming right at us!”
It was as if a small tornado had formed in the clear sky, then rolled into a ball of swirling violence, and finally came rocketing towards the ground.
Freida grabbed Danielle’s hand. “Should we move Ercen again? It seems to be coming our way!”
“No. I’ve got a funny feeling about this,” Danielle replied. “Let’s wait…”
Less than a minute later, the cloud-like orb splashed into the stream next to where they’d made a sheltered camp for Ercen.
Steam erupted from the cold mountain runoff. To the astonishment of the kids, Kimar emerged from the steam, waded across the creek and stepped out onto the short grassy area where they had placed Ercen.
A moan emanated from Kimar, so deep that Danielle almost thought it had come from the earth itself.
“Thank you for protecting her,” he said quietly, looking long at Danielle and Freida.
“You’re welcome, of course, Kimar.” Danielle spoke softly, hoping to not disturb Ercen.
“Sir?” Anders said. “Is she in a stupor of some kind? You know, so as not to stress the body…given what she’s been through and all.”
“Yes, Anders.” Kimar seemed anxious. “She’s been terribly wounded. Her body is in a kind of sleep…a forced rest.”
“Is there anything…anything that can be done for her, uh, damage?”
“Perhaps, yes.” Kimar shifted nervously on his huge feet. “It may be too late already, but I must try. I must retrieve her wings.”
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