As the four reached the top of the
wall, they stopped to catch their breath. The first to recover was Daja. She
gazed out across the calm water, sparkling in the sunlight. The young mages
found four notches in the wall and sat in them.
“Ahh!” Said Tris. “Much better!”
“It is much nicer up here,”
remarked Briar. “The breeze is great!”
“I still wish it would rain.”
“Why? It is wonderful out today!
Though my plants wouldn’t mind some rain.”
“Rain would wash all the soot and
dirt off me,” injected Daja. “I just left the forge. I decided not to clean
up because I’m just going back after break. It would be a total waste to
clean myself up!”
“I was wondering why you smelled
bad,” announced Briar coolly. “And don’t get mad at me Daja. I’m just stating
the facts!”
“Briar, I’m warning you!”
“What? I’m just stating the
facts, like I said before!”
“Haha. Very funny. I’m just so
amused. Not.”
“Well, what do you think Sandry?
Sandry?”
Sandry was staring across the
water.
“Sandry, what are you looking
at?” questioned Tris.
“Huh? Did you say something
Tris?” remarked Sandry dreamily.
“We said, ‘What are you looking
at!’” said Briar with more than a touch of impatience.
“Oh well, I’m looking at the
black cloud out in the harbor. It looks like it will storm soon.”
“What?!?!” shouted Tris, jumping
up and almost falling off the wall. “I would have sensed any storm cloud in
the area!”
“If it’s not a storm cloud, what
is it?” whispered Daja.
“I don’t know. Let’s watch and
see what it does!” said Tris.
The four sat in silence, watching
as the cloud inched closer and closer. When it was only feet from the wall,
it jerked to a halt. All of a sudden it turned a blinding what color. A huge
gust of wind swept past them, entering the cloud.
“Look!” gasped Sandry.
Out of the white cloud fell three
people.
To Chapter 4
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