Chapter 17.1
I continue to cry against Finca's white scaley chest. Maybe she's right about not making it back to our world alive.
You doubt my words, master? Finca asks.
I realize my hands are shaking and so I shove them inside the pockets of my white robe.
I don't doubt you, it's just that your illness might be caused by me, I answer.
Finca growls in surprise.
What? She asks.
It's true. I might be causing your illness. The scar across my back . . .
That scar means nothing! Finca growls. True it was inflicted upon you but it bears no magic.
I don't think your right Finca, I say. I think it does have somekind of magic.
Very well, like what?
I think that the creature that inflicted in upon me must have known how close I was to you and as such the scar has glowed black whenever I use magic. It doesn't matter what kind either, it still glows and drains me of my strength, I answer.
Finca looks at me cautiously for a minute.
Perhaps it does have power, she thinks as I hear it through our mental bond.
I lower my head in shame.
Forgive me, I mutter.
Finca licks my cheek and raises her right forepaw off me.
If you think that you're putting my life in danger then go, she growls sharply.
What? I ask.
You heard me! She screams. Go if you feel that way toward me!
But I never said . . .
GO! She screams as she flares up her wings.
I jump back and draw my hands out of my pockets.
If your so selfish then why do you still care about Murtagh? I ask, knowing it will get her fired up.
She hisses and narrows her eyes.
Never say that to me, Finca growls sharply.
Oh really, I say.
She hisses again and whips her tail through the air. I blink at her playfully and run off. She growls and follows me.