Wild Fire by Heather Glidewell
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“Miss Prudence!” Marshall’s voice rang over the sound of the music coming from the radio. I had managed to enchant it enough to play something for me this afternoon. I turned down the song and looked at the boy as he came running into the tent.
“What is it Marshall?” I said as I looked up from the notebook I had been working in. This mission had become one for note taking. I knew what the vampires needed and I knew what the ill would need. I needed to make sure I marked down every successful spell that I had tried in order to make sure that we were never without.
“The man in the hospital tent… he… He… He’s better.” Marshall put his hands on his knees and breathed heavy.
“Seriously?” I asked in shock. I was going to thank the physician for the ring I had on my toe.
“Yes!” Marshall fell over exhausted.
“Did you run all the way here to tell me this?” I asked as he fought to regain his composure. He nodded at me fervently. “Well isn’t that wonderful.”
Marshall threw up his hand as he reached in his pocket. “The doctor is asking for you to transform the whole bottle. Anything to help the others.”
I looked at him my mouth agape. “Yes, yes. Hand it here.” I said impatiently. I held the bottle and said the words with my eyes closed as the same smell of roses filled the air. Once complete I checked the pills, each one a soft yellow. They were exactly as the first set had been.
Marshall took the bottle from me and took off in a sprint back towards the hospital tent leaving me to my notebook.
“Miss Prudence?” John’s voice flew in on a wind and I felt annoyed. This boy was incorrigible! Enamored with me as a Warden and even more so as this Priestess. I bit my lip though and looked towards the tent opening as he entered. In his hands a bouquet of wild flowers.
“Yes John.” I said making sure he heard the annoyance in my voice.
“These are for this morning. I apologize for the intrusion.” He put the flowers down at my fingers and turned to leave the room.
“Next time please announce yourself before you enter.” I said looking at them and giving him a smirk.
“As you wish.” I didn’t stop him as he left. I knew he wanted me to. He wanted me to throw my hands up and allow him to take me, however he had taken enough from me in another life.
I sat there for another hour filling in every gap that I could think of making sure that the journal in no depicted that I was forming observations for an enemy camp. I had to maintain my composure. I was starting to feel out of sorts with myself in the hours that followed. I was being consumed by the want and need to help these men as opposed to finding a way to kill them. Nobody deserved to die on either side. Every life was fragile and each one had their worth. I was even confused about how I was feeling towards Miranda now. I knew I hated her with all my being, but something in me was fighting it.