Red Leaves and the Living Token - By Benjamin David Burrell Page 0,90

be the most stubborn creatures he'd met. Why couldn’t they just give him his son? This was insane!

His arm was burning hotter, drawing his attention. He looked down. It was engulfed in a spiraling black cloud the same as the larger funnel behind him. He held it up in amazement.

"All I want is my SON!" He screamed. The storm screamed with him. Adding an incredible boom with the screeching howl. He almost frightened himself.

The Petra in charge stepped back, nervously. "You are trespassing on Petra Soil. Lay down on the ground… and put your hands in front of you!" He squeaked out.

Raj felt his instincts taking over. He pointed his arm at the Petra and felt the storm as it spun down his arm and shot out. He stepped back in recoil. His arm wanted to buckle from the pressure, but he held it steady. A black mass continued to form from his arm, spinning into another raging funnel.

The row of soldiers dove out of the way. The Petra he targeted barely missed the grasp of the wild funnel. Would he listen now? Raj wondered as took a step forward.

"Raj! Wait!" A woman's voice pleaded from somewhere behind the wall of rock soldiers on his right. He turned.

Moslin darted in between the Petra and ran out in front him. They didn't move to stop her.

"You don't have to do this." She shouted.

This coming from the woman who stole his son? She was saying he'd gone too far? The only words he wanted to hear from her was the location of his son.

"I know where he is, and I can take you too him. Follow me." She yelled as she ran towards him.

She was running down the center of a battlefield without any protection. This was not smart, he thought. This was the action of someone who's emotions were driving them harder than their logic. Perhaps her guilt had finally gotten to her.

"STOP HER!" Screamed the Petra standing in front of his men. He charged forward to try to catch Moslin himself. The Soldiers on the flanks suddenly sprang in to motion, rushing to intercept.

Handers’s frustration turned to fear. She was going to get hurt. What ever she’d done, it wasn’t to deserve death. If they hit her, she would not survive.

He shot his arm out towards the advancing line on the right, sending out a rage of black. It swooped down below the center and engulfed them, sucking them up into the sky. In an instant, they were gone.

The left side pushed forward towards her aggressively. He sprinted to intercept.

"KILL HIM!" The Petra in charge ordered.

Apparently, Raj had upset this one, whom ever he was.

He grabbed the first towering rock within reach of his black arm and tossed him into the air. He caught a second by the shoulder, then pulled his arm back and struck, hard. Stone shattered. Shards flew in all directions. The Petra collapsed to the ground.

The line formation broke apart. The Petra seemed to have lost their courage at the unexpected onslaught. He chased down a third, caught him from behind and lifted him above his head, ready to pile drive him into the dirt.

"Raj stop!" Moslin shouted.

Raj turned, still holding the Petra over his head.

“I’m OK,” she cried. "Lets get Emret!" She pointed off into the camp past the command center.

He nodded then put the Petra down. The tight pack of soldiers stepped back, confused by the sudden truce, allowing them to leave the corridor unobstructed.

-

“Thankyou for doing this.” Emret said.

“No problem.” Sinesh said with a smile.

She pushed Emret in his chair down the wide muddy path between the rows of tents.

“Can you still see it?” She asked.

“Yep.” He answered. He didn't know how many layers of tent the Token was shining through. It didn't seem to change. As he wheeled through each successive row, it stayed constant, shining through the next wall of canvas like a setting sun.

Finally, they passed the last row of tents and continued out into a grass field. At the back of the field was a large building. Strangely, the light wasn’t blocked, it sparkled as it passed through the solid structure.

Sinesh stopped.

“In there.” Emret pointed.

He studied the towering building as they approached. It looked like the place they'd keep important things. He found what looked like a back door. It was small and simple, as opposed to the large decorated front entrances he had noticed on the other buildings. They'd have to be quick. So far they'd been lucky,