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Chapter 3: Flame Boy

 

'''I'm tired of all this. The ceiling. The fire kid. The fact that no one has come to pick him up yet, so he's stuck with us. Every morning I wake up to the sound of crying, coming from the bedroom across from mine, the one that used to belong to my older brother. '''

'''It's been a week. '''

'A week''. '''

'''He eats with us, hangs out around the house with my dad, and sometimes we talk to each other. Not often, though. I don't trust him.'''

'''He doesn't go to Foxfire, like I do, and my mom thinks that I should tutor him privatlely, which is pointless, since he can't femember anything from any of the other levels. And since he's a Pyrokinetic, in which case he won't be allowed to attend anyway.'''

'''The lady at the hospital- her name was Livvy, I think- told us to keep his ability a secret. She said to give her a month, and she'd have a safe place for him to stay. '''

'''I look forward to it. '''

'''Right now, I'm coming home from school, dragging my feet down the walkway to my house. It's a nice place. A bit like if a castle and a cabin joined forces. It's big, but not so big that space is wasted. Honey colored wood is carved intricately into massive pillars, holding up a very high roof and several towers. The walls are made of cobblestone and rustic wood, and gold desighns are embeded in them. The front door is a massive iron woven slate, almost like a metal basket with windows.'''

'''I push it open. I've always hated how that door doesn't have a lock. The hallway is a tall arch of wood beams, with skelletal iron chanalears every tan feet. As I walk down it, I can hear the sound of laughter and running.'''

'''"Can't catch me!" that's my little brother, Guy. '''

"We'll see about that!"

'''And that's... fire boy.'''

No. No, no, no, no.

'''I run at top speed to where tha sound is coming from, droppong my school things along the way. I turn thr corner, and rush up a sut of grand stairs, panting.'''

'''Then I see them, running and frolicking, chasing each other through the house. '''

'''"STOP!" I order. My little brother freezes in his tracks, he looks as though he's been caught stealing, his bright blue eyes wide. '''

'''Fire boy doesn't seem to care. He runs up to Guy and tags him. "Got you."'''

'''Anger rushes through my body. That boy is a danger. "What do you think you're doing?!" I shout at him.'''

'''His eyebrows furrow, and he looks at me with confusion. "We were playing a game."'''

'''"No. NO. just no." I stomp up to him. He's about a foot taller than me, but I know that I'm more intimidating when angry. "You are not allowed to go near him, you understand?" I point to Guy, who cowers in the corner.'''

'''"Why not? What else am I going to do? I'm stuck here, in case you forgot." His long arms drop to his sides, exhasperated. '''

'''I grab one of his arms and begin to pull him away from my brother. "You know what you can do? You can come over here and read a book."'''

'''"I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW." '''

"THEN PRETEND TO!"

'''"Bran, what are you doing?" My father demands. I see him standing in the hallway, a pen in one hand and a mug of cinnicreme in the other. He's a tall guy, and pretty good looking, with messy brown hair and stirring navy eyes. '''

'''"Protecting my brother." I answer, not releaseing my hold on Fire boy's forearm, although he struggles. '''

"From what? They were playing, I saw them."

'''I throw Fire Boy's arm down. "He could go off at any moment!" I argue.'''

'''My dad sighes, and throws his head back in frustration. "You know what? I think You've misjudged Roth."'''

"Roth?"

'''"His name for the time being." My dad answers. "You and Roth are going to Mysterium, and Branwen, you're going to make friends."'''

'''I place my hands on my hips, letting him know that this could become very nasty very fast. "There is no way that I will ever 'Make friends' with... that."'''

'''My dad looks at me questioningly. "I wouldn't judge him by his ability, Bran. People are more than how they're identified. You should know that."'''

'''I fume, clenching my fists. "He could hurt someone." I argue.'''

"Or... you could give him a chance."

I don't reply.

Which was a mistake, as it turns out, becasue five minutes later, without a chance to change out of my Foxfire things, I'm being whisked away to Mysteruim, with Fire boy by my side.

I have a bad feeling about this.