Fall of Sky City
Varik stepped into my line of sight, slipping his long leather trench coat off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, his shirt sleeves missing, his Mark trailing up both of his forearms.
Impressive. Well, if I was going to buy time, this might be the way.
“Synn,” Varik barked. “Come out of hiding.”
I swallowed. I could do this.
“Are you scared, little boy?”
Why, yes. Yes I was, but I had to stop thinking that way. I’d practiced for this day. I knew what I was capable of. I had one of the strongest Marks ever known, and he had no idea the potential I held.
“Your queen wants you back, boy!”
“She’s not my queen,” I growled, ripping the shirt over my head and baring nearly all my Marks.
Varik stood in the middle of the platform. His eyes flared as he evaluated my Mark.
It was just a fancy tattoo without the power to raise it. I closed my eyes, turning my fear to hate, morphing my doubt into a driving force. I didn’t have the luxury to be weak. The people of Egolda City needed my Mark. It flared in lightning fire like lava, lifting from my arms, back and chest.
The guards flinched, backing away.
“You’ve grown, boy,” Varik said quietly. “Your queen will be pleased.”
I let out a long breath, letting the rage fill my heart, allowing reason to fill my head.
Varik popped his neck. “Well, let’s just see how much you’ve learned, shall we?” His Mark flashed from his arms in whips of orange fire.
The lightning lava prancing around me was just for show and distraction. What I really needed was water. Good thing we were surrounded by it. I reached out with my power source, keeping my element pointed at Varik. I heated the ocean waters, drawing them up in swirls of wind and clouds to hover above us.
He lashed out with his fire.
I let loose a whip of lava.
His little spark caught me across the cheek.
He fell backward, his knees crumbling as my lava found its target. Contempt rippled across his face as he reached into his pocket.
The detonation device! I rushed him, a chill running through me.
But before I could get to him, he pulled something silver and cylindrical out of his pocket.
I stopped, my Mark ready to launch.
A cold smile slithered across his lips. “I win this time, Primus.”
I ground my jaw, trying to calculate how fast I could knock the remote from his hand. Not fast enough. “I’m no Primus.” I could only hope that I’d bought enough time to save most everyone.
“Yes.” He raised the remote, his thumb hovering over the end of the device. “You are, more than you know.” His thumb mashed down on the button.
Explosions sounded all around us.
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