Kylene Kase waited in the wings for her big moment on stage when lightning struck. It hit a giant oak behind the outdoor stage, which split down the middle with a loud crack and caught on fire. The upper half of the tree toppled over and smashed through the backdrop, shooting sparks out toward the crowd.
The whole productionâwritten by, directed by, and starring Kyleneâflashed to a halt. A message, brought by the higher beings, filled her head. The implications of the six terrible words paralyzed her.
Kylene regained her senses and jumped off the nonstage side of the wings, tumbling to the hard ground covered in browning grass. The wood used to construct the stage served as kindling and the whole thing billowed with smoke and flames in a matter of minutes. She ran from the stage to escape the ashes, but acrid smoke curled toward her and burned her throat.
From a safe distance, she watched props of faux golden pillars melt and distort into shapes reminiscent of grotesque faces. As the stage collapsed in on itself, she sank to her hands and knees and sobbed. A strong hand pulled her to her feet. Her younger, but much taller brother, Bhar, grasped her hands. His blue eyes turned hazel as they reflected the orange flames.
He grasped her shoulders. âYou okay?â
Kylene nodded; she was fine physically, if not mentally. She searched the frenzied crowd for the rest of her family, face stricken as she suddenly realized one of them might be hurt.
The list of her closet family members tumbled from her dry lips. âMa, Pop, Katora, Lili, Ariana and the kids?â
âTheyâre all fine!â Bhar yelled over his shoulder as he ran to the perimeter of the disaster. âPop says go home. Iâll see you there.â
He peered into the flames, presumably searching for anyone trapped in the ruins of the stage. A crowd of spectators, actors, and crewâsome screamingâran past. An old man fell in the chaos. Bhar lifted him up, offered him a shoulder to lean on, and escorted him to the road, disappearing into the throng.
Kylene stood, frozen in place, while her dreams of a successful production burned to the ground with the stage. The last support beam creaked and groaned, giving itself to the inferno. She fled for home, the early autumn leaves crunching underfoot in rhythm with her hiccupping sobs. Her white-blond hair flew wildly behind her and tears flowed from her bright blue eyes, obscuring her sight. Not that seeing mattered; her feet automatically knew the way down the dirt road to home.
It wasnât the failure in front of her whole family and the entire town of Tussar that made her cry as much as the six words resonating in her head. In the Great Peninsula, higher beingsâsometimes even Mother Nature herselfâcommunicated with humans through the weather. The messages were often cryptic, hard to interpret. However, the message brought by the lightning came through clearer than the transparent bottles that held the essenceâa renowned beverage in the Great Peninsulaâbrewed by her family.
Kylene sprinted straight through the front door of her familyâs old, wooden farmhouse, up the rickety stairs, and into the room she shared with her sister Katora. She flung herself onto her bed and sucked in heaving breaths. Even with her face buried deep in her freshly laundered pillow slip, all she smelled was fire.
Before long, a warm hand caressed her back accompanied by Katoraâs soothing voice. âShhh. Itâs okay. Donât cry, Ky.â
Easy enough for Katora to say. She never cries.
She knew her whole family thought she cried too much, but surely the shocking message justified her distress. Eventually the sobs abated and Kyleneâs body quieted. She sat and smiled at Katora, one of her three older sisters, the one closest in age to Kylene.
Katoraâs blue-green eyes sparkled in her flushed faced. âYou heard the message too. Sounds like another quest.â
Kylene rubbed her eyes and frowned. She shared neither her sisterâs interpretation of the message nor her enthusiasm for quests. The last and only quest she had been on had nearly killed her. It had been Katoraâs job to pick the flowers that contained the nectar for their familyâs secret healing Elixir and take over as the Elixirâs guardian. Kylene, merely there to accompany her sister, received a deadly wound from a poisoned spear as a souvenir. If not for the Elixir, she likely would not have recovered.
Lately, nightmares of her loved ones, cold and blue-lipped, haunted her sleep. Would that be her fate if she went on another quest? She pushed away the thought as tears prickled the corners of her eyes.
âThe message for the last quest to pick the flowers for the Elixir…â Kylene paused, not sure how to phrase what she wanted to know. âDid you hear it?â
âNo.â Katoraâs brow furrowed as she gazed at her. âI only saw the snow. The message was for Popâhe was still the guardian of the Elixir then.â
âDid Pop tell you what he heard?â Kylene asked.
Katora stared past Kylene to the wall, but she didnât really appear to be looking at anything in particular. âI donât know if he heard a specific message last time. What was it he said? Something about how the greater beings arenât always clear on what they mean. He told me the snowstorm came as the Elixirâs supply was low, so he took that as a message we needed to retrieve more of the nectar.â
Kylene frowned. The message she heard as the lightning struck held no such ambiguity.
âBut you heard a specific message this time?â she asked.
Katora smiled. âOh, yes. It was like someone speaking right inside my head. No guessing games this time.â
The experience sounded the same as Kyleneâs. Tears squeaked from her eyes again, blurring Katoraâs face so much it reminded Kylene of the ugly shapes of the melting columns. Perhaps she misinterpreted the message and someone else would be made to fulfill it. She shivered. She didnât want the message to be true for her or anyone else.