They stayed in the water for a while, not saying much, but whispering when they did. I crept closer, down the hill, careful to stay hidden behind trees and bushes. I moved silently to a viewpoint that allowed me to see them without being seen. But only when I’d settled into my hiding spot did I realize I hadn’t brought any of the items I would have needed in order to capture them. They were all up at my campsite. But I felt no regret at this. I didn’t want to catch these Firewalkers. I wanted to observe them.
From where I sat, I could now see that the smaller figure was a boy who looked like he was about twelve or thirteen. I’d never seen a Firewalker so young. And I’d never heard of Firewalkers traveling together outside of Enadell. My parents had only spoke of... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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