light, the rescue workers and Ms Burgess stare as if we have each grown three heads.
âAre you all right over there? The five of you were sucked into the air,â one of the firemen calls out. He shakes his head. âThis is turning into one hell of a day.â
Ethan nods to reassure them, though he still looks dazed. But itâs Isabel who looks the strangest; her stare is odd and vacant. I try to single out her thoughts from the others bombarding my brain. For a moment I can, but thereâs way too much power in her head right now. I get a strange buzz like an electric shock and pull away.
Suddenly the boulder crushing Mr Carterâs legs lifts. And as the medical team moves in to shift Mr Carter to a stretcher, I understand whatâs going on. The gasps of awe from the medical crew are the first signs. Theyâre saying now how the earth beneath Mr Carterâs legs must have collapsed with the impact, creating some sort of cushioning effect. Another medic says itâs just a miracle and that he should be dead, or even paralysed. But Mr Carter is neither dead nor paralysed. Heâs not even burned, even though his pants are ashen shreds. Heâs just shaken up. And if it didnât attract too much attention Iâm sure he would simply stand up and walk, but he knows better than that. Isabel has healed him. Whatever that golden light did to me, it also had an effect on her, and by the looks of Ethan, on him too. Even Neriah looks strange, kind of vague.
Ms Burgess runs to Mr Carterâs side. Just before she gets to him, he nods once at Isabel, and his look is filled with awe and gratitude.
She smiles at him with glassy eyes. âYouâll be OK,â she mouths.
Isabel healed Mr Carter without so much as laying one finger on him. She healed him from a distance! A short distance, but a distance all the same.
Ethan comes over and takes my hands, turning them over gently. I look down and see them for the first time. They make me gasp.
âDo they hurt?â he asks.
Iâm lost for words. I canât stop staring at my hands. Streaks of vivid colours are running across them like little electric currents. âThey tingle. What happened to them? Do you think itâs permanent?â
He shrugs. âOne thingâs for sure, theyâre going to attract attention.â
Heâs right. I pull them away and shove them into my coat pockets. âWhatâs happening to us?â
âI have no idea.â
âHow have you changed?â
Softly Ethan says, âThose rescue workers didnât have a hope of lifting that boulder even with all their equipment. Whatever itâs composed of, itâs heavier than any rock or mineral found on this earth.â
â
You
lifted it?â
He nods. âWhen that light came down on us I got a sense of ⦠I donât know, it felt like a thrust of power surged through me. I felt stronger. So I tried to use my skill of animating objects, and it worked.â
âLuckily for Mr Carter.â
Matt hears us talking, and his mouth hangs open.
âAnything happen with you?â Ethan asks him hopefully. Everyone knows how desperate Matt is to gain his powers. According to the Prophecy, Matt is supposed to lead the Named into the Final Battle against Lathenia and her Order of Chaos.
It will come to pass that a king shall rule, but not before a leader pure of heart awakens
. But so far Matt canât even lead himself. And his doubts are destroying his confidence.
Mattâs eyes flick to the sky, where the meteorite shower has slowed to a trickle of shooting stars in the distance, then jerks his shoulders.
âNothing, of course.â
Chapter Two
Matt
The Prophecy is wrong. Iâm not the one whoâs supposed to lead the Named. I doubt I was ever
named
in the first place. The Tribunal, or whoever it is who decides these things, are wrong.
Weâre on our way to Arkarianâs chambers now.