![]() When she said the word “mate” my stomach lurched, and when she included me in her discussion of mating, my heart began racing wildly. “I won't mate with him, and I won't mate with anyone who isn't a pure Firelord. But there's a further reason.” She sat down on an old, tree that had fallen and dried out, so I sat down beside her. “Someone said, 'The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy,' Once you've given into the darker side of your nature, killing is its own reward. “'The bright star' in Spanish,” I translated. “Lucero,” she said as we strolled through the shadow of the canyon wall. “So who is he? And I still don't see why he would want to kill me.” She began to walk along the creek, and I followed her. “Remember always to practice compassion it's the only thing that makes us better than animals.” “Go through the motions of cleaning and changing the dressing until you're scheduled to have the stitches removed, and Luke will handle that.” With a final tap of her finger she refastened the clean white dressing. She used her hand to return the taped gauze to the spot it formerly held and pressed it firm against the side of my head. I studied her beautiful face, and in the reflection in her eyes, I could see her finger was wrapped in flame as she wiped it down the gash. I became aware of a glow, and heat like the warm sun on my face as she slowly slid her finger down the stitched wound. She placed a fingertip just above the gash at the side of my head. Reaching up, she gently plucked at the tape on the gauze covering my stitches and slowly peeled the dressing down from my wound. The feel of her soft hand on mine thrilled me, but I sensed that there was more to this woman than beauty and softness. She led me to the other side of the tree, where we were not visible from the kitchen window. ![]() “That your inheritance is pure, and you are a Firelord.” She took my hand. When your grandfather died, the other Firelord was alerted to your existence. “It's easy over the years to become callous, cruel, indifferent to human suffering, and to crave power. While humans die, we are continually reborn.” The beautiful redhead let out a sigh and cupped a flower in her hand to study it. ![]() “There aren't many of us on the earth, and I know of just one other. “Me? Why would they kill me?” I couldn't figure out why anyone would want to kill a ten-year-old boy living Madera, California. ![]()
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