The Cerulean (The Cerulean Duology #1) - Amy Ewing Page 0,143

bent his body toward her as a sign of respect. And he had brought the necklace back like he said he would. Not all males were terrible, she thought, even ones that had been at first. People could change, it seemed.

The fight ended and Gwendivere came onstage. She and James had their argument and then she pretended to stab him.

Here we go, Sera thought as her platform was lowered. Mother Sun, give me strength.

There were shrieks and cries as she appeared, followed by thunderous applause. Sera didn’t understand what they were clapping for—she hadn’t done anything. Not yet at least. She felt one of Boris’s leaves caress her bare foot.

I can do this.

“Go, little sapling,” Boris whispered, and her branches bent back, then slammed into the swing, pushing Sera out over the pond. The people watching gasped, but then Sera was swinging back over Boris, and suddenly, the air was filled with sprites. They spilled out of the earth like golden bees, sparking and twirling, darting this way and that, forming and re-forming, and the crowd went wild, getting to their feet to clap and stomp and whoop. James and Gwendivere stood by, stunned. Sera swung back through a cloud of shimmering sprites and yelled, “Now, Errol!”

The mertag burst out of the pond, his skin a green glow, his arms raised toward her. She almost missed him but managed to grab one of his wrists as she fell back through the sprites and over Boris.

Once more, she thought as Errol swung himself onto her back. She released his wrist and he clung to her tightly, his clawed fingers digging into her skin. He was a little heavier than she had expected. She leaned back to gain momentum and suddenly a cloud of sprites was behind her, pushing her forward with more speed. She kept her eyes focused on the upper balcony, a private box where only four people were seated.

She sent up a final prayer, held her mothers’ faces close to her heart, and jumped. For five or six endless seconds, she was airborne and the freedom was exhilarating. She pointed her lithe body toward the balcony, her arms outstretched, and when her fingers closed around the polished wooden banister, she wanted to cry with joy. But there was no time for tears. Her body slammed into the front of the balcony, knocking the air from her lungs. She held on, determined, as all the sound around her dulled and sparks exploded in front of her eyes.

Her breath returned in a sudden, painful gasp, and it was as if someone had turned up the volume louder than it had been before. People were crying out with uncertainty, shouting or cheering, as if unsure whether this was part of the show.

“Go, Sera Lighthaven!” Errol cried. “The ceiling, the ceiling!”

Sera gritted her teeth and pulled herself up. The people in the box were hysterical, one woman shrieking, “Get it away, get it away!”

She shimmied to the wall, her hands sliding over the banister, until she reached the wooden carvings that adorned this part of the theater, making perfect handholds and footholds. She climbed up as easily as if she were back on the temple’s spire, and when she reached the ceiling, she turned and looked back.

The sprites were still swarming about the stage—Gwendivere had fled, James was swatting at them frantically, and the front rows of the audience were beginning to realize something was amiss. She looked up and saw Leo and Agnes’s father in another box across from her and he was gesturing to her, a man in a suit beside him with something long and metal pointed at her. There was a whizzing sound by her ear and a dart with a little feather sticking out of it sank into the wood near her right wrist.

“Now, Errol, now!” she cried. A webbed hand reached over her shoulder and splayed across one pane of glass.

“Forgive me, my friend,” Errol said, and as the lightning flashed over his scales in a brutal surge of energy, Sera felt an agony unlike anything she had ever known, a pulse of unbearable heat shooting through her body, burning in her veins and scalding her heart. She might have screamed, she couldn’t be sure, but the next second every pane of glass had shattered and the entire ceiling exploded in a deafening crash that rained down shards like razors of crystal upon the audience. The confusion turned to shrieks as people began to run toward the