We Know You're in there!

‘Emberielle!’
The mental call breaks my concentration. I open my eyes just in time to see the floating ball of flame sputter and die. ‘Hmph. Seriously annoyed now.’
‘Emberielle, we know you’re in there somewhere… You can’t ignore us forever!’
‘No but I could have tried if you weren’t so persistent.’ They were annoying me but they sounded out of breath, which usually meant they were in trouble and had been running, or they were losing patience with me. Either way it was time to acknowledge their existence or tell them to go away.
'Who are you, and what do you want?' I asked.
'We are the party of Keeva, Alatariel with Rani, Ika, and the human Eirnin. We wish to speak to Emberielle Starsong, daughter of the Amber Lady. It is of great importance!' it sounded like Keeva.
'Where are you?' I called back.
'By the river. HURRY!' They were in desperate need of my help.
I ran toward the nearby river, terrified at what (or who) I would find that tortured my friends. “ALATARIEL! KEEVA! IKA! Where are you?” This out loud.
“Over here. Help!”
I rounded the corner and saw a terrifying sight. A HUGE sea serpent poised to bite over my friends. 'Get away from the water you idiots!'
'We tried that! We’re not stupid! It lunged at our every obvious move! And something about it makes our magyks not work!' Alatariel was annoyed at her terror, I could tell. Rani was no where to be seen, maybe the monstrous serpent had a magyk that caused all our magyk to fail, including Rani, Alatariel’s spirit.
'I will try to help.' I didn’t know how I could, though.
'Hurry!'
I feel the tingle of the Magyk coursing through my fingers. My fire flies out hitting the creature in the eyes. The shriek that followed was so loud I was incapacitated. My legs fell out from under me. As my head hit the ground I saw the creature turn and look at me. It turned, smiled and lunged.
“STOP!” the voice was not one I recognized.
The serpent fell, it’s large head slammed to the ground beside my legs with an empty thud. It got up more pissed off than before.
Eirnin, for that was the boy’s name, calmly walked over to the snake. He climbed up its scales.
I had a weird nagging question of whether it felt the slight weight of the 16-year-old boy. It probably didn’t. ☺
He climbed up and whispered in the creature’s ear. Even with my superior hearing I could not hear what he said.
The scaly leviathan hissed and slid into the water. Just in time Eirnin slid off and jumped to the ground.
“Well then, now that thta's over with, what did you have in mind when you came looking for me?” I would not waste any time getting these nuisances off my unwilling hands.
"A simple thank you would be more than sufficient, you know." Keeva was irked by my ingratitude.
“We need help disguising Eirnin. Ankou wants him.” Keeva liked the Irish boy. I could tell by the way she emphasized his name. She could hear my thoughts and heard it when I called him boy. ‘So what, if I like him? I can like who I wish to like.’ She hated me now.
‘Never said you couldn’t like Eirnin, he’s just not my type.’
‘Okay. I just like him and don’t want another person to like him. Especially a goddess daughter.’
‘Okay. I’ll help.’
‘Thank you.’
“I will help him.” Keeva smiles at me, gratitude written obviously across her features. “Eirnin, come here. As a human have you ever had a blood transfusion?”
He answered without delay. “Yes. It was for a gash in my leg that wouldn’t stop bleeding.” He was proud of this.
“Okay, that’s pretty much what we’re going to do to save you. I will cut the side of your neck, then I will cause some of my magyk to flow into you. Does that sound okay?” my thoughts were only, 'It better!'
“Yeah, sure.” Good he wasn't a chicken.
I walked over and, using my nail, scratched the surface of his neck. I placed my hand over the cut. I felt the magyk well up inside of me. Slowly, gently I transferred the tingle from my hand to his blood stream. Not too fast or it would come out as a burst of flame, killing him instantly. Too slow and it would only heal the wound, which would be of no use.
“What does it feel like?” I had never had the transfusion, the only faerie in the world.
“Like when my arm or leg falls asleep. A kind of tingle.” that wasn't helpful.
“Okay it’s done. Use the power to close your cut. Ease it out slowly. Like when you try to eat the tender inside of a grass-blade.” only thing I knew of that could describe it.
“I don’t do that anymore, but okay.”
He healed the cut perfectly. The scar left behind was in the shape of the snake. The boy would control snakes as his power.

***

The next morning the group awoke to Eirnin’s disappearance. Now that he was fey he would only need protection from himself. He would be okay.