Chapter 37: Simon's Last Flyte

Simon had some trouble with the flyte charm. At first, it refused to follow his orders and was almost impossible to use. He dearly wanted to ge back to Fox and demand that he should fix that, but Simon didn't dare to do that right then. Infact, he would probably never dare to do that. Not if Odale would be around. He shuddered a little when he thought about that little girl who was strong enough to switch a placement and a shadow, identify the placement and survive. That was, even though Simon hated to admit it, pretty impressive.

"Hey, come down here, coward!" a familiar voice shouted, and Simon looked down. There that idiot called Rupert Gringe, who was Lucy's brother, stood. With Simon's brother Nicko and that boat-mutant that was half dragon, half boat. This time they wouldn't get away, Simon thought. He picked out an thunder flash, and aimed at Rupert and the Dragon Boat. Whatever if his brother would get hitted, right then Simon didn't care. But Nicko and Rupert jumped down in the water. Well, at least he hitted that stupid boat. With a surprising speed three of the ordinary wizards that Marcia had sent to the Dragon Boat to guard it (from the beginning it had been ten, but Jannit had sent away sevne of them, mostly because they were pretty annoying) also jumped into the water. Down in a boat Jannit watched the Dragon Boat explode, and Jannit cursed. No one attacked boats in her boat yard. Jannit grabbed the closests thing that she could- which happend to be a hammer- and threw that against Simon. Jannit had a strong arm, and it almost hitted Simon and instead a navigator at a certain dragon out on it's first flyte had to wipe it away. Simon had just noticed Spit Fyre. He barely didn't believe what he saw. Wasn't it that annoying little upstart to apprentice and that darke Overstrand-girl? And exactley what were they doing on a dragon? Simon cursed, how did they do? But Simon's success with the Dragon Boat had maded him arrogant, and though he didn't had any thunder flashes left (Merrin was totally worthless at making new ones), that he had a broken flyte charm to struggle with and the fact that Odale infact scared him a little, Simon felt invincible. It was easy wasn't it? He just had to push them down, and then- goodbye apprentice-upstartling and little-miss-Overstrand-know-it-all. Almost to easy. Simon threw himself through the air, and aimed at Septimus. But Odale noticed him.

"Down, Sep!" Odale yelled. "Sep?" Simon thought, "What a silly nickname!". Septimus kicked two times at Spit Fyres left side, and the dragon sank quickly into a forest of pointy masts.

"Turn to the right!" Odale commanded, "And then go down at the bridge!". Septimus and Spit Fyre followed the orders. Simon didn't get frightened, instead he aimed at Septimus. Too late he noticed that the flyte charm had gotten a alarmating preponderance to the right, and instead of pushing Septimus down Simon hitted Spit Fyre's nose. A dragons nose is sensitive, and especially a young dragons', and Spit Fyre didn't appretiate that Simon flew straight into it. Instinctively Spit Fyre opend his mouth to take a bite of Simon, but instead he sneezed. A gob of fresh, corrosive dragon saliva hitted Simons' stomach and Simon blew backwards. The flyte charm flew out from Simon's pocket, and down into a tool box that Jannit had used earlier. Simon crashed. Without thinking Septimus shouted his first dragon-order;

"Save him!". Spit Fyre did has his owner commanded, and Spit Fyre knew exactley what to do. He caught Simon precicely before he hitted the ground, and then Spit Fyre himself landed at the bridge with a thud and his navigator fell of. But quickly she jumped up at her feet.

"What on earth are you doing, Septimus!" Odale yelled, and took a step away from Simon. Septimus didn't answer. He just stared at his brother.

"He's... he's not dead, is he?" Jannit asked. Simon laid pale at the bridge, his tunic was filled with holes. His curly Heap-hair was matted with sweat and his eyes were closed. Odale listened, and sighed. And she didn't sigh in relief.

"He's alive." Odale answerd, as if it was a crime of Simon to be alive. Which it surely, in Odale's opinion, was. Slowly, Simon's eyes begun to open and he moaned. Odale swore loudly.

"You over there!" she shouted, and meant three dripping wet ordinary wizards, "Get him into the jail.". The ordinary wizards did as Odale said, and Jannit helped them to lift Simon into the jail. Septimus stroke Spit Fyres bruised nose. Odale kicked a pebble.

"Why did you do like that?" she asked Septimus in a mournful tune.

"Did what?" Septimus asked, he didn't understand what Odale was talking about.

"Saved him, I mean." Odale replied. Septimus sighed.

"I don't know." Septimus said, "But he is after all my brother.".

"Sometimes, Sep," Odale muttered, "you're too noble. I would never save him.". Septimus laughed.

"I think you would, if you were in my situation." he answerd. Odale smirked.

"And now you sounds exactley like Marcia. 'I think you would understand if you were in my situation...'." Odale sighed.

"You won't move to her, will you?" Septimus suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

"Will you begin to live with your mother, or will you stay?"

"Live with her? Are you insane!? No, I'll stay." Odale pursed her lips, "If I gets my will through, at least...".

"Oh, okay." Septimus answerd, "But why don't you like your mother? I think that she's pretty nice.". Odale snorted.

"Yeah, it's really nice to leave your own child in the snow to die." Odale snapped.

"She gave you that bracelet..." Septimus tried. Odale had totally forgotten the bracelet. She gazed at it. The bracelet looked like it had gotten forged around her wrist, and Odale had to admit that it was sort of beutiful. She mentally shook her head.

"A bracelet? Oh, that compenstaes a ten year long apprentice ship to DomDaniel!" Odale hissed, thoug she knew it wasn't fair. Septimus hadn't anything to do with that, Odale had no need to be rude against him.

"Hey, Sep." Odale said in a much more friendly tune, "I don't want to be angry at you. Can't we just forget this, and go home instead? I'm really tired.".

"Why not?" Septimus muttered.