Wild Fire

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  I threw the door open and raced into the hallway. Maybe he was still here. Maybe I could catch him. I sprinted to the elevator when I heard the voice in my head.

  “I have not left you Fire Warden.” Peter’s voice sounded sweet.

  “Oh Peter!” I felt the tears coming to my eyes and I longed to hug him.

  “I know you are torn young Warden. I know that your heart breaks in three directions. He is good, he is lonely, and he is well guarded.” Peter pulled his hood from his head so that I could see his face. Though some might find his facade to be quite disturbing, I found a beauty to it unlike any other. There was something about the crisscross shape of the sewn x’s on his face they were so intricate, though you could see his lips were not sealed under.

  “You have no idea what this means. I have been wondering what had become of him since I last saw him. How did you get in?” I asked getting as close as I could to him. I wasn’t sure what a Reapers touch could do to a Warden since we are not actually human, but I was not daring enough to find out.

  He looked at the ground. “His soul called as he died. Her Claim, though it was there, was not strong. I felt the pull. When I saw him I knew who he was by the images in your head. The blue eyed boy with the brown hair. Since I was already able to pin point him I pretty much remembered where I found him. When I had learned that the red heads right hand was here I wanted to speak with Wesley while they were not looking. So you know any message you need to relay to him you let me know and I will send it to him. Keep it related to things that do not divulge location or battle plans. Though I’m sure he is remaining true to you he could flip either way.”

  “Can you tell him that I’m still here and I’m still trying?” I said my heart fluttered. “Tell him that I’m doing my best, there are just forces far stronger than the two of us right now.”

  “I will tell him that. If you ever need me though, just call.” He disappeared into a fog and I was alone in the hallway of my apartment building looking in the direction of where he was once standing.