Sparks by R. S. McCoy

Author:R. S. McCoy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Young Adult, Romance
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2013-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

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The ride back to Hubli took just under two weeks and the winter chill began to set in at night. As the first flakes would soon begin to fall, I thought back to the night we left, exactly two years ago. I was a man grown now; I had eighteen summers and lifetime of experiences to go with them.

On the last day, Avis was back in his grey shirt and pants, and I was wearing my brown pants and green shirt with eight black stripes. Estha had sewn them on before we left Lagodon once Avis had shown her how to thread a needle and make a secure knot. Since leaving, I had drawn a thread to both her and my father several times, and they seemed to be doing well together. It settled my mind a bit, enough that I could focus on one last round before Nakbe. “Ready to go back?” Avis asked.

“I guess so.” It seemed like another lifetime. I had been away from school for nearly as long as I had been there for the early rounds. I had struggled to eat in the dining hall amidst the shouting of thoughts in my head. I had learned how to read Madurian before I could even begin Round One, though it hadn’t been nearly as hard as I would have thought.

“You have a gift for languages. It’s part of your Spark,” Avis declared. How many parts of my Spark are there? I could fight, hunt, track, read minds and now language? He was just teasing me again, I was sure.

A quick trot through the last bit of the Creekmont revealed the walls of Myxini, complete with grey stones and large trees. We pulled up to the southern side to leave the horses at the stables. A tall brunette came around the corner and a moment later I recognized Rhada.

“Lark!” she yelled as she jumped and squeezed my neck.

“Rhada! You’re grown up.” She must have had at least fifteen summers and had started to get a woman’s shape, barely resembling the pudgy girl I met tracking the Creekmont all those years ago.

We left Pearl and Obsidian for a much needed rest before heading to get baths and settle into our rooms again. Surprisingly, I still had my old room, thirty-second door on the right from the dining hall, and took only a few minutes to replace the small number of belongings into the deep wooden drawers. I threw the heavy, fur blanket on the bed and it seemed like nothing had changed.

I found Micha in the dining hall, eating a roasted duck in plum sauce, with Isuet by his side. He caught one glimpse of me at the entryway before toppling over his chair behind him as he ran to greet me.

“You’re back!” he thundered as he lifted me off the ground with his barrel chest and huge arms. His thread told me he had begun to wonder if I was never coming back at all.

“Micha! Put me

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