Part 21 (1/2)

”Tattie can fix you right up-” I gasp again and stagger to my feet, looking around frantically. ”Tatiana! Tat! Where are you?” I scream. Please, oh please, tell me she was far enough away from the explosion...

”I'm over here, my child, behind the White Ash tree.”

I breathe a huge sigh of relief. ”C'mon.” I quickly dust myself off, trying not to wince at the pain. If there's one spot left on my body that hasn't been broken, beaten, whipped, burned or scratched to shreds, I'd love to see it.

Kieron crawls out from the pile of charred wood and brushes off his jeans. Stunned at the devastation, I hobble over to where Tatiana waits. The cabin is completely gone. Obliterated into nothingness. Nothing, that is, except for a perfectly intact marble statue of Tristan, frozen in time.

I sink down next to the Ash tree, and throw my arms round my beloved guardian. ”Tat, are you okay?”

”I am. But you are not. You must leave here now...”

”But Tat, why would I leave? And where are the other two Light-angels?” Kieron and I frantically scan the smoky night for some sign of them.

”They're gone...for now, but they'll be back,” she replies.

”I can't leave here-”

”You can and you must. Help an old woman to her feet, won't you, dear?” She holds up her hands.

”Old woman, my a.s.s. You have more power in your tiny finger then I could ever hope to have,” I mumble with a smile, pulling her up.

”Language, Lucky.”

Kieron cracks a half grin and raises an eyebrow. ”Did she just chastise you for swearing?”

I nod. ”She finds it unbecoming. I only pretend to give a d.a.m.n when I'm around her, but even then it's kinda hard-”

”Lucky...” she drawls.

The three of us start laughing, and I'm relieved to see some sparkle back in Tatiana's opaque eyes. They looked so flat and dull mere moments ago...as if the life was draining from them.

We kick our way through the rubble and debris scattered around where the cabin used to be. Tatiana slowly shakes her head and clucks disapprovingly under her breath.

”Wow, it really got wasted, huh?” Kieron says in undisguised awe. ”I knew they were powerful, but that was something else...imagine if we hadn't finished her off before she took her full form.”

”I'd rather not. s.h.i.+t...”

”What?” Kieron asks, sliding an arm around my waist.

I bend over and pick up the frayed piece of black lace and hold it up to my cheek. ”My dresses...they're all ruined.”

”You can buy more,” he says.

”Not like these. They were all vintage and one-of-a-kind. I even had dresses from three queens of England, two from France, and one from Denmark circa 1500. They don't sell those babies at the local thrift shop-”

”Hey, what's she doing?” Kieron nudges me and motions to Tatiana.

I look over to where she's standing, next to the Tristan statue. It dwarfs her by at least a foot. She lightly traces her fingers over the black sculpture, her expression a mixture of awe and thoughtfulness. She paces around the statue three times, then pauses and does it again three more times in the other direction, muttering all the while under her breath. Finally she stops, swishes her hand in the air and shouts, ”Abeo!”

In almost the exact same way that the marble had formed through Tristan's body, it falls away, leaving only a pile of s.h.i.+ny shards and dust on the ground. Tatiana swishes her fingers again, and the black powder lifts up into the air and out of sight, leaving a long trail of silver sparkles.

Kieron and I look at each other, duly impressed. We make our way to where she stands gazing at the spot where Tristan had been.

”Tat,” I say quietly, ”Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but if you were able to take them out, or escape as easily as you seemed to be able to, why didn't you do it sooner? Why did you wait for me and Kieron-?”

”It was the only way for me to find out their true motives and plans for you. And now I know.” Her eyes fill with sadness as she scans the charred circles where our house once stood.

”Tatiana, I am so sorry... I can't believe everything is gone! What're we going to do?” I moan as the realization fully hits me. We have no home. Everything Tatiana and I have in the world is what is on our backs at this very moment. Even our money is gone...not that I can't get more of that in a heartbeat. But Tatiana is old...she needs her things and a bed to sleep in.

”Lucky...nothing is ever gone. It simply changes form. Please go stand by the tree over there.”

”But-”

”Please, go. I am tired and do not wish to argue.”

”C'mon, Luck,” Kieron whispers in my ear. He takes my hand, and as I allow him to guide me to the sanctuary of the White Ash dozens of yards away, I keep watching her over my shoulder.

I lean against the tree with Kieron pressed against me. As we continue to watch her, I'm not immune to the charge that races through my body at having him so near...so kissably, touchably near. If I wasn't so worried about what Tatiana was doing...

She looks so tiny in the middle of the burned out field, wearing nothing but a long, white dress, half of her silver hair piled on top of her head, the rest flowing freely past her tiny hips. She looks like a ghost...a spirit of the night.

She raises her hands high above her head and begins some unintelligible chant. Her hair lifts and dances on its own, swirling in a heightened frenzy, matching her increasingly loud singing. Soon she levitates several feet into the air, screaming and singing, head tilted back, hair whipping madly.

The ground moves, the air rises up like a mini tornado with Tatiana in the middle. I gasp and start toward her, but Kieron holds me back. ”No, Lucky,” he whispers. ”Let her do her thing.”

And what an amazing sight her thing is to behold. The scattered debris forms a whirring cloud around the vortex of Tatiana's levitating body, swirling and rus.h.i.+ng like a cyclone blizzard. It is terrifying... and awesome.

Even though I'm seeing it with my own two eyes, I still don't believe it. The spinning tornado begins to form shapes, and in a flash the cabin, along with the trees and shrubbery, have returned to their earlier forms. In less than a minute, it's as if nothing had ever happened.

Kieron breathes in awe. ”That is some serious magic right there.”

”I know,” I whisper back, just as dumbstruck. It's one thing to rebuild a wall or two, but to entirely reconstruct to its original form something that had been reduced to embers...it's positively mind-blowing.

”Come on, let's go in,” Kieron says as the house closes itself up again with Tatiana inside. A second later, smoke is billowing from the chimney, and lights flicker in the windows. I shake my head and chuckle.

”Coming.”

I pour three cups of Tatiana's favorite tea and place the cups on antique china saucers. My hands tremble, rattling the dishes as I carry one cup in each hand over to where Kieron and Tat sit next to the fire in the living room. I don't like the wan look on Tatiana's face as I hand her a saucer-she looks more tired than I'm used to seeing her. I glance at Kieron, and as I set his cup beside him I have to hold back a smile. His expression hasn't changed much from the stunned awe with which he had watched Tatiana work. He gazes upon her now with a newfound respect, mixed also with a heightened sense of fear.

”Don't worry, she doesn't bite,” I whisper and give him a quick kiss on his lips. He grins and strokes the top of my hand before I return to the kitchen.

”It's just so amazing,” he says, taking a small sip of tea. ”I've never seen that much power from a human before...h.e.l.l, that's more power than many demons I've known have.”

Tatiana gives a small smile and brings the gilded cup to her thin mouth. ”A sorceress' powers are ever-evolving...constantly changing. We differ from the immortals that way. You are created with an exact set of unchanging powers you will have for the duration of your existences, no more, no less. Humans, the witches and warlocks, our powers change as we do. I do admit I am a tiny bit impressed I was able to restore my favorite china set to complete perfection. Just imagine, it was naught but dust a few minutes ago...”

”Remind me to never, ever make you mad ever again,” I say as I sit beside her, holding my own cup of tea.

”Lucky, darling, you have been one of the brightest lights of my life. I shall miss you more than you know-”