Chapter ONE - Weebly

She didn’t sound like a child anymore. Her voice was
taut and harsh; a little girl’s voice blended with that of a
grown man.
In the next instant, Ethan pitched forward over
Holin, landed hard on his shoulder, and rolled onto his
back. The molten iron seared his entire body from the
inside, filling every inch of him, to the very tips of his
fingers. He opened his mouth to scream, felt himself
vomit instead. But still the anguish continued to build
until he feared that his mind would melt or explode or
simply cease to function.
He won’t stop until I’m dead. Ethan didn’t need
Anna to tell him this. He knew it, and for an instant he
welcomed the idea. No more life; no more pain.
As soon as he formed this thought, the agony
ceased, and again Ethan wondered if this conjurer could
read his mind.
“Fine, Kaille.”
Ethan stared up at the illusion. She still looked like a
little girl, even if she sounded like some creature from
beyond the living world.
“You leave me no choice but to end this matter.