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Flight (2)

Author: Aricka Allen
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-05 01:44:57

Hunter fled, the Magi’s first rule clear and resounding in the cavern of his mind: “A Magi, on pain of death, cannot use ki to harm, except to defend, and that only sparingly.”

He fled in shadow and silence, hidden from searching minds. His mind a tumult, body a mess. Cramps would assail him, still him in his flight as he worked through the knots of pain. Forgotten memories, put aside duties overshadowed by the communal the School offered, had resurfaced. Jumbled and

Another cramp took him, bent him double as it clutched at his lower back. The mirage faltered, and, for moment, his harsh breath could be heard, the silhouette of a shape seen.

He slowed his breathing; silence was clothed. He uncurled the hinge of pain that clasped his muscles tight; he stood tall; He continued; the mirage steadied.

If he knew who to pray to, he would have prayed. He wanted no harm, no wrong done to his friends, but it might come to that if he could not escape before encountering them. But something else
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  • Foundling   Flight (4)

    Looking down at her, despair and hopelessness dimming the light of her eyes, Poe wanted to wrap her tight in an embrace to ease the pain. Instead, he sent a calming wave of ki to bolster her and flinched when he sensed the despair she held in check.“What did he do?”Her lips tightened. “He touched a memory and feeling of fear to push everything else aside. There were no wards for such a thing.”“Sorcery?” This from Maggie.Kim shook her head. “I cannot say. Maybe, but there were no tokens or talismans . . . that I saw. Concentrating on healing someone else’s pain and injuries helped to distract from the fear.”She sat down beside the now slumbering man. “I look at the pain and wounds. . . .” Her head dropped. She took a deep breath, then lifted her gaze to meet those of Maggie and Poe. “The sorrow the loss, the anger the guilt, is there no hope? Am I wrong for wanting to hope?”Maggie’s and Poe’s returning gazes held different answers.Poe’s smile was consoling. “We will do what we m

  • Foundling   Flight (3)

    Pain rooted him to the bed. His gut churned. Gathering the moisture from her tears, he made it hard, cold, a slap of ice. She jerked back. There was slack given to his braids. The pain lessened, and the two ponytails slid from her loosened grip.He wrapped himself again in shadow and silence and went to escape through the door, but she would not allow it. The door was reinforced from opening by ki, and fire flicked across the walls pull wrenching him from shadow.Though she had not been unveiled, her capacity to use ki was greater than his, and there was no way he could overcome her with that.“The others will be here soon.”“Do you wish to see blood spilled!” he implored.“Do you wish to spill blood!” she demanded.He could feel them, the weight of them, of their minds, closing in. The blanket burst into shreds, and with a thought she slammed the door shut. Hunter just barely stopped himself from slamming into it. He was starting to panic. He could feel a cluster of minds comin

  • Foundling   Flight (2)

    Hunter fled, the Magi’s first rule clear and resounding in the cavern of his mind: “A Magi, on pain of death, cannot use ki to harm, except to defend, and that only sparingly.”He fled in shadow and silence, hidden from searching minds. His mind a tumult, body a mess. Cramps would assail him, still him in his flight as he worked through the knots of pain. Forgotten memories, put aside duties overshadowed by the communal the School offered, had resurfaced. Jumbled andAnother cramp took him, bent him double as it clutched at his lower back. The mirage faltered, and, for moment, his harsh breath could be heard, the silhouette of a shape seen.He slowed his breathing; silence was clothed. He uncurled the hinge of pain that clasped his muscles tight; he stood tall; He continued; the mirage steadied.If he knew who to pray to, he would have prayed. He wanted no harm, no wrong done to his friends, but it might come to that if he could not escape before encountering them. But something else

  • Foundling   Book Two: Flight (1)

    In the hall, amidst the revelry, amongst friends who had become family, Hunter felt a stabbing pain in his head that bent him double. The acuteness of the pain disordered his senses, fractured them like a shattered pane of glass. He clenched his teeth and forced down the remains of breakfast and the acrid taste of bile. But he could not hold at bay emotions felt as heady euphoria, ranging despair, heat from the bloom of new love, hate, rage cold and cripplingly. All his training was for naught.Goosebumps preceded the spreading ague, the trembling, the blurred vision and runny nose, the debilitating spasms. And the pain opened a door in his mind to regions and feelings previously unthought and undreamed, to a space occupied by something large, insatiable, something that once slumbered but slumbered no more. It stirred, stretched its burgeoning awareness to liberty that awaited it.Hunter screamed, a tortured howl that shattered the eardrums of those closest to him, and fell from his c

  • Foundling   26 Friends (4)

    “You have soft hair,” Kim whispered at his ear, gently stroking his locs as the ends spread across th surface of the water.Not knowing how to respond, Hunter remained silent.“Come you it by way of your mother or your father’s strain?”“I do not know, though, my mother had similar.”She pulled his face around so that their eyes met. “I’m sorry to hear that.”“Why?”Looking into her eyes as if searching for some lost mystery, she found herself at a momentary loss for words.“I could not imagine being alone in this world. Even though the code forbears family and friends once we become Magi, I will always hold my family and blood dear. To not even have that choice is a pain I could not bear.”“Luckily, then, it is a choice I do not have to make.”Saying nothing, her eyes widened, and Hunter became lost in a blue that became the whole of his world for a brief moment. Closing her eyes before they both were lost in the gaze of the other, she said, “I’m sorry.”“For what?”“For misjudging y

  • Foundling   26 Friends (3)

    Not resisting, Hunter was moved deeper into the water father away from his friends and a little to the left of hers until the water was up to his chest. From one step to the nest his head went from the surface to falling beneath the warm dark of the lake where nothing could be seen. Water filled his mouth, his nose, stung his eyes. He tried to surface, but did not know how to swim and his thrashing seemed to only weigh him as he slipped deeper. Hunter stretched forth his mind, his powers, and nothing happened. He became afraid, began to despair when he felt hands grasping, pulling at him. He clutched at them in his desperation until he felt them retreat. Why had they left, he wondered? And where he had felt despair he began to feel the slow burn of anger in his gut. He would not let it end like this He calmed his heart, his mind, his body began to slow, to rebound against the motion that was pulling him under. He could see nothing but knew he was slowly rising. Would it be

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