Chapter 8
For the first night in a long time, Garet was finally quiet when he slept, or so Ivan had told Mia. She went down towards the room Isaac, Garet, and Ivan shared. She knocked on the door and heard a crashing behind the door. "Isaac? Are you in there? Is everything okay?"
The door opened and Mia saw him standing, panting in the doorway, looking excited and scared at the same time. "Mia, you've got to see this."
"Heads up!" Garet yelled from inside the room.
Isaac suddenly ducked, pulling Mia down with him as a crate soared over their head and crashed on the wall, shattering the wood into millions of pieces.
"What in Weyard was that?" Mia asked.
Isaac smiled softly. "Garet's powers are going crazy. Things keep bursting into flames or soaring all over the room."
Mia stood up and pushed her way into the room, ducking as a ceramic pot flew towards her, breaking as it hit another wall. "Garet, just stop using your psynergy," she told him.
Garet laughed and shook his head. "No way, I'm getting loads better." He held his hand out towards a block of wood. "Inferno!" Indeed, the fireballs shot from his hand, yet only a few of them circled onto the target it was aimed at. The rest of them zoomed away, engulfing other items in the room in flames. Along with that, some of the burning objects began soaring around crashing into walls.
Mia shook her head and held her hands out, having enough of Garet's pyrotechnics. "Frost!" A light snowfall began to cover the room, extinguishing all the flames in the room.
Isaac and Garet groaned, disappointed. "Come on," Isaac whined. "It was just getting fun!"
Mia glared at them both, and they abruptly fell silent. "Garet, do you realize you could be seriously ill or hurt? You're psynergy is completely unfocused! I've never seen you like this."
Garet sighed and sat down on the large bed the three boys were forced to share; some of the edges of the blankets were charred and burnt. "She said it was only going to be this way for awhile. After that, she told me my powers would get stronger."
"Who is 'she?'" Mia asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Garet shook his head. "I don't know. She came to me in my dreams last night. She had hair of fire."
Mia rolled her eyes. "A dream is hardly a reason to burn a ship down. Dreams are unreliable."
"But what about Hamma's dream about the Wise One warning everyone to look for refuge when we lit Mars Lighthouse?"
"That's different," she told him. "That was a god, warning people of danger. This is some mystery woman in your head, telling you to be a pyro."
Garet leaned back on his hands. "If you ask me, I see no difference."
For the first night in a long time, Garet was finally quiet when he slept, or so Ivan had told Mia. She went down towards the room Isaac, Garet, and Ivan shared. She knocked on the door and heard a crashing behind the door. "Isaac? Are you in there? Is everything okay?"
The door opened and Mia saw him standing, panting in the doorway, looking excited and scared at the same time. "Mia, you've got to see this."
"Heads up!" Garet yelled from inside the room.
Isaac suddenly ducked, pulling Mia down with him as a crate soared over their head and crashed on the wall, shattering the wood into millions of pieces.
"What in Weyard was that?" Mia asked.
Isaac smiled softly. "Garet's powers are going crazy. Things keep bursting into flames or soaring all over the room."
Mia stood up and pushed her way into the room, ducking as a ceramic pot flew towards her, breaking as it hit another wall. "Garet, just stop using your psynergy," she told him.
Garet laughed and shook his head. "No way, I'm getting loads better." He held his hand out towards a block of wood. "Inferno!" Indeed, the fireballs shot from his hand, yet only a few of them circled onto the target it was aimed at. The rest of them zoomed away, engulfing other items in the room in flames. Along with that, some of the burning objects began soaring around crashing into walls.
Mia shook her head and held her hands out, having enough of Garet's pyrotechnics. "Frost!" A light snowfall began to cover the room, extinguishing all the flames in the room.
Isaac and Garet groaned, disappointed. "Come on," Isaac whined. "It was just getting fun!"
Mia glared at them both, and they abruptly fell silent. "Garet, do you realize you could be seriously ill or hurt? You're psynergy is completely unfocused! I've never seen you like this."
Garet sighed and sat down on the large bed the three boys were forced to share; some of the edges of the blankets were charred and burnt. "She said it was only going to be this way for awhile. After that, she told me my powers would get stronger."
"Who is 'she?'" Mia asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Garet shook his head. "I don't know. She came to me in my dreams last night. She had hair of fire."
Mia rolled her eyes. "A dream is hardly a reason to burn a ship down. Dreams are unreliable."
"But what about Hamma's dream about the Wise One warning everyone to look for refuge when we lit Mars Lighthouse?"
"That's different," she told him. "That was a god, warning people of danger. This is some mystery woman in your head, telling you to be a pyro."
Garet leaned back on his hands. "If you ask me, I see no difference."