Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 23:40:11 GMT -5
Chapter Eight – Introductions and More Problems
A few minutes later Wyatt, Chris, Matt, and Lindsey all sat on the same picnic bench that the warlock, Steve, had been on earlier. All eyes were on Wyatt.
“Chris,” Wyatt called his brother’s attention, “remember what Cilly said earlier about streaks of light hitting invisible shields and turning into people?”
Chris nodded.
“Silly?” Lindsey question, appalled. “Why is that silly? Sounds dreadful.”
Wyatt shook his head. “Cilly is our cousin, Pricilla’s, nickname.”
Lindsey looked at him surprised. All she could say was, “Oh.”
“Wait,” Matt interrupted. “I’m confused. Aren’t you a whitelighter?”
“We both are half whitelighter,” Chris replied, “sort of.”
“Sort of?” Matt repeated confused. “And how are you half whitelighter?”
They were not questions Wyatt felt like fielding right them. “Can we focus on the invisible zone that can’t be orbed into or out of?”
Lindsey’s eyes widened in worried remembrance. “Jamie!”
“What?” Wyatt frowned, confused.
“Jamie,” Lindsey repeated, “our whitelighter. I called him when I found Matt. “Where is he?” Looking upward she called. “Jamie!”
“He must have hit the shield,” Wyatt concluded.
“But where?” Lindsey asked, looking around. “We don’t even begin to know where to look.”
Wyatt looked around. He saw a loose branch and orbed it in the direction of where they had fought. The orbing branch hit the invisible barrier, rematerialized and fell to the ground. “I would guess that we start by finding the borders of this area and check around them.”
Matt looked at the branch curiously. “Are we in or out?”
“Out obviously,” Chris replied without hesitation as he looked past the branch to where he had orbed for the first time in weeks. He started to say more, but stopped and frowned. He looked at Lindsey. “What are your names anyway?”
“I’m Matt Price,” Matt replied before Lindsey could. “This is my wife, Lindsey.”
Chris nodded slightly. “I’m Chris.” He inclined his head toward his brother. “This is my brother, Wyatt.”
“Thank for stepping in and helping us,” Lindsey spoke up. “When I found Matt laying there like that I panicked. He’s the strong witch. Not me. If that thing had got him, I wasn’t betting on my odds.”
Wyatt shook his head, his interest in the conversation lost once he knew there names. He wanted to know what was going on, so he walked back toward the area where they had fought.”
“Well,” Chris began with a slight smile, “you did good and he’s gone.”
“Could the demon have done something to Jamie?” Matt asked, getting back to the topic of their missing whitelighter.
Chris looked at Lindsey. “How long after you called Jamie before we showed up?”
None of them noticed when Wyatt left and likewise none of them noticed that he was headed back toward them, frustration on his face.
Lindsey scrunched her nose as she thought. “I called Jamie just as soon as I saw Matt on the ground. Then, I ran over and started fighting. A couple of minutes at most.”
“Was the demon ever occupied by anything other than fighting you so far as you know?”
Lindsey shook her head as Wyatt reached them.
“Chris, orb something to me,” Wyatt commanded his brother.
Chris gave him a strange look. “What?”
“Just do it,” Wyatt gave him a look.
Chris shrugged. He looked over at a nearby tree. In blue-white orbs a twig disappeared and reappeared in Wyatt’s outstretched hand.
Wyatt looked down at the twig his brother had orbed there.
Chris looked at him confused. “I thought we had established our orbing was back.”
Wyatt sighed. “I can’t orb, again.”