The Land of Flames (The Karini and Lamek Chronicles Book 1) by Cynthia P. Willow

Author:Cynthia P. Willow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-02-24T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A Long Awaited Reunion

Nevaeh was pacing the cave. She knew that Rumpleflin had received her note because Karini had returned safely earlier that evening. The anxiety of not knowing his reaction was killing her. She had nothing to do but wait.

While Karini was gone, she had kept busy by knitting the brave little fairy a beautiful blanket and soft pillow to keep her comfortable at night in the cave. That had distracted her for a little bit.

Karini arrived back at the cave extremely fatigued, so she was very pleased when she saw her gift. As soon as she thanked Nevaeh, she curled up with the blanket and pillow and fell fast asleep. She was clearly exhausted, not only physically but mentally. Her fairy wings were worn out. Nevaeh decided Karini should not take any more long trips for a while.

Nevaeh thought about her son and what she would say to Rumpleflin when she saw him. She knew what she was going to ask him, but, would he do as she requested, she wondered? She believed in her heart that he would.

“I wonder what time it is…,” she said to herself. Then she withdrew her wand, pointed at the wall and said, “Horologe Manifesto!” A black and white cat-shaped clock, with a pendulum tail and eyes that moved back and forth in rhythm, appeared instantly. Nevaeh smiled, “I love magic!”

The time on the cat clock’s face showed 2:15 a.m. Nevaeh’s smile quickly changed to a frown, “Rumpleflin should’ve been here by now. He must not be coming.”

“Here I am, mother,” said a voice from behind her.

Nevaeh turned around and looked into the face of her sixteen-year-old son. She would’ve known him anywhere. He still had his dimples and shiny black hair, and he looked even more like his father than he had at three, especially his ears and fingers.

Tears began to fall down her cheeks. She smiled and wiped them away but more tears followed.

Rumpleflin felt a lump build in his throat and he fought to hold it back. Now that he saw his mother, he remembered how she’d looked. She didn’t look much different than she had thirteen years ago since witches age so well. She still had long black hair and big beautiful green eyes. He had blue eyes like his father.

Nevaeh reached out her arms to her son in hopes of an embrace. Rumpleflin didn’t hesitate before he ran into her arms and began to cry on her shoulders. They stood for a while just holding each other, floods of memories overtaking both of them.

Rumpleflin kept inhaling deeply, using his sense of smell to bring back wonderful memories. “Cloves, you always smelled like cloves,” he said to her.

“And you always smelled like dirt. You loved to play in the dirt. Surprisingly, at sixteen, you smell like you still do.”

“Oh that! I sort of had a crash landing outside,” Rumpleflin admitted.

Nevaeh released her son and looked at his clothes still covered in blades of grass, leaves, and dirt. Then she burst into laughter, as she pulled a leaf out of his hair.

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