by M. Goldsmith
Table of Contents
Excerpt
The House of Fire
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
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Ash curled herself into a tight ball on the bed
and wrapped up in the scratchy blanket. If I ever get out of this place, I’m going to proposition Hawk and tell him once and for all how I feel about him. I’m going to tell him, I think about him night and day. How I long for him to hold me in his arms and to kiss me senseless. Now if only he could find me. Still feeling weak from the drugs, weariness overtook her, and she slept focusing her thoughts on Hawk.
Even in her sleep, Ashlyn could sense the air around her humming with energy. Her mind was consumed with Hawk, and she unwittingly connected to him. Reaching deep, her concentration intense, she begged him to help her. A feeling of warmth filled her, and her nose twitched when she caught a whiff of Hawk’s woodsy, masculine scent. Without warning the door to their link was suddenly slammed shut, and Hawk was forcibly ripped from her mind. Waking with a start, Ashlyn bolted upright.
“Dear Goddess, I actually felt him!” she exclaimed, in shock. “But how?”
Ash sensed the loss immediately. There had always been a connection with Hawk, but this was something altogether different, something stronger, something, much more. Hope flickered inside her. Now, if only she could do it again.
The House of Fire
by
M. Goldsmith
and A. Malin
Guardians of the Elements Series
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
The House of Fire
COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Melissa Paticoff and Anita Plutner
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First Fantasy Rose Edition, 2018
Print ISBN 978-1-5092-2003-8
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2004-5
Guardians of the Elements Series
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To our family and friends
for their love and support throughout this adventure. We love you.
~Melissa and Anita
Chapter One
Ashlyn
The sounds of clanging tools, shouting, and organized movement rose in the air from the Village Square below. The chaotic excitement drifted upward in the pleasant spring breeze reaching the South Tower’s Atrium. Ashlyn stood in front of one of the massive cutout windows. Fighting the gentle wind, she repeatedly swept long red curls out of her eyes and mouth. Leaning over as far as she was able, she peered down losing her grip momentarily before catching herself. White knuckled, she took a deep measured breath to slow her racing heart.
“Chill out, girl. You are Ashlyn Woods, Guardian of The House of Fire. You can handle a little ceremony and festival.”
Her Fire responded to her little pep talk with a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through her body. From deep within, she felt the precursory warmth spread as her Fire surged to the surface. Flames licked along her arms and down to the tips of her fingers. As if her years of developed control hadn’t existed, Ashlyn’s Fire fought her. An imbalance was creeping its way into Ash’s powers. Her Fire swelled and receded of its own accord. It taunted her, and she had never felt so disconnected in her life. She truly hoped it was because of all the excitement churning throughout the small village of Aether and that things would return to normal soon.
Ashlyn focused on the reason for the festival; the newest addition to Aether’s House of Fire. Nearly eighty-five years had passed since the birth of a new Fire Guardian, and she was dizzy with nervous excitement when she held the infant for the first time. Closing her eyes, Ash recalled their meeting just days ago.
****
A tuft of red hair peeked out from under the blanket swaddling the newborn. Ash loosened the wrapping to find the baby’s tiny hands. They were clenched in tight fists even as the infant brought one to her perfect pink lips.
Softly, Ashlyn spoke, “Well, little one, I sure hope you’re going to stay this sweet forever.”
Stroking the infant’s cheek, Ash looked into her eyes and felt an instant connection. A delicate little hand stretched up, and Ashlyn finally caught a glimpse of the prominent birthmark which proclaimed the newborn’s status as a Fire Guardian. Her palm was etched with a bold triangle pointing upward toward her fingers. The mark resembled a brand. Deeply embedded in the skin, the impression gave the appearance of having blistered and healed in a blush tone.
As was her habit, Ashlyn absentmindedly traced the outline of her own Guardian mark. Head spinning, heart pounding, Ashlyn tried to quiet her rioting emotions. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, she returned the baby to her bassinet. The birth of this child was certainly a cause for celebration, but Ash had been consumed with a strange uneasiness closing in on her.
****
As her hand made contact with the Vessel of Fire, Ashlyn was pulled away from her thoughts. The Vessel was one of the four representations of the Elements which guided her people: Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. She ran her fingers along the rough surface of the hollow, concave container made of ancient stone. The feeling warmed Ash, and she focused seeking balance. The Vessel stood proudly on a raised pedestal housed in the center of the Atrium. The eternal flame from within its confines blazed luminously and cast a dazzling glow on the surrounding area. It could be admired from down below yet was impossible to reach and protected by powerful magic. Only the symbol on a Guardian’s palm could admit a person to the chamber.
All Guardians shared symbiotic relationships with their corresponding Vessels. Each Guardian channeled the Element’s power further enhancing her own gift through it. Placing both of her hands on the Vessel, Ash addressed the Flame. “All right now, we can do this together.” Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the Vessel. Ashlyn chanted softly, “Balance.” Her own Fire answered with a burst of intensity.
Chimes sounded loudly pulling Ashlyn out of her reverie causing her Fire to escape back out of her reach. Rolling her eyes, irritated, she grumbled. “What now?” She turned on her heels releasing a breathy sigh. “It’s definitely going to be a long few days.” She stomped to the door and then raced down the stairs.
Ashlyn was relieved when she saw Sol, her mentor, sta
nding by the door. Sol stood tall in her usual elegant manner. She had the characteristic red hair of a Fire Guardian and glowing golden eyes. Her hair was straight, cropped short, and a deep shade of auburn. Her soft-spoken confidence always put Ashlyn at ease. Sol embraced her with a smile.
“It’s time for us to talk. I wanted to make sure you were ready for the ceremony tomorrow.”
“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. It’s strange to think I’ll be the teacher now. We both know how…um…impulsive, my mother would say, I was when I was young.”
Sol chuckled. “Well, you certainly put my patience to the test. I’ll never forget when your powers began to emerge when you were young, and you set Hawk’s pants on fire for teasing you. I knew I had to scold you, but inside I was laughing for a week.”
Ashlyn slipped into the vivid memory allowing it to wash over her and fill her up.
****
She had held tight to Laurel’s hand as they skipped their way to the playground at recess. The two best friends wanted to get to the spinning merry-go-round first. They took off giggling, racing to the spot where their prize stood. Skidding to a halt just short of victory, they spotted three boys taking turns spinning each other madly at dizzying speeds. “Hawk Crane, Quill Robbins, and Kai Sanders, of course,” Ashlyn mumbled, in an irritated tone.
“Come on, let’s go play somewhere else.” Laurel kicked the dirt beneath her feet staring at the ground. “Those boys are bigger than us, and they play too rough.”
“No way, we called dibs yesterday. I’m going to ask them to give us a turn. It’s only fair.”
Ashlyn and Hawk’s families had been close friends her entire life, and as very young children the two had always been inseparable. Ash barely possessed an early childhood memory that didn’t include the Cranes. Though lately, Hawk had been acting strangely toward her, distant, yet too close, all at the same time. In the mind of a ten-year-old it was a difficult thing to understand. Only weeks before they had been climbing trees and playing together. Then suddenly, Hawk had become surly and argumentative. As they approached the boys, Ashlyn felt Hawk’s stare penetrate right through her. It was unnerving to say the least, and her Fire tingled deep inside her. Her Flame sought out something Ash didn’t recognize, or even comprehend, so she shook it off.
“Hi guys, we’d like to take a turn on the merry-go-round, please?” Ashlyn asked, politely.
“We were here first, so too bad on you.” Quill responded by sticking out his tongue at the girls.
Ashlyn’s hair started to release smoke, and tiny sparks glinted from her fingertips. She felt like a lighter repeatedly getting flicked on and off. Sol had been helping Ash practice her control for several weeks, but discipline and restraint were not her strong suits. Anytime she was startled, upset, or excited, her Flame burst forth.
Ash crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her chin. “You better give us a turn, or you’ll be sorry.”
“Oh, please, what are you going to do about it…Sparky? Your mom, told my mom, you can’t even control your stupid Fire. She says you can’t even light a match.” Hawk laughed and turned to his friends. “Watch out guys, or Sparky here is going to set you on Fire.”
Smoke continued to rise from Ashlyn’s hair lifting it as if caught by a swift breeze. The sparks at her fingertips erupted into flames spreading down her arms and danced about as they gained more momentum. “Take that back, Hawk Crane.”
“Or what, Sparky? Going to go tell on me?”
Before Ash realized what was happening, her Fire shot out in a rush from her hands and soared toward Hawk. He turned to move out of the way, but Ash’s Flame caught the back of his jeans setting them alight. Quill and Kai howled with laughter, as Hawk rolled on the ground trying to douse the flames.
Remorse and guilt spread through Ashlyn. “I’m so sorry, Hawk. I didn’t do it on purpose. Are you okay?”
Hawk had furiously patted the back of his pants as he glared at her. “Stay away from me, Ashlyn.”
****
Ashlyn’s mind came back to the present, as the memory slowly drifted away.
“Where did you go off to?” Sol asked.
“Sorry, I was just remembering the way things used to be when Hawk and I were young. No one pushes my buttons the way he does. He’s kind of quiet around me now, but I know he watches me when he thinks I’m not looking. Not in a scary stalker kind of way, it’s just like a weird connection or something. I don’t know. I’d hoped as we grew up things wouldn’t be so awkward between us. But it is what it is, I guess.”
The feeling of being both attracted and repelled at the same time lingered between them. Ash couldn’t deny feeling compelled to seek out Hawk whenever he was near. She couldn’t help thinking about how handsome he was. He had been tall as a teen but nothing close to his six foot four-inch height today. His long black wavy hair hung to his broad shoulders. He was well muscled and possessed the most beautiful dark eyes she had ever seen. Ash’s senses became heightened around Hawk, and her body sent her strange signals whenever he was near.
In fact, the other day when the Protectors had been training, she found herself staring. The massive expanse of Hawk’s bare chest, toned, with pure muscle covered in bronzed skin, called out for her touch. With a visceral reaction, her gaze connected to his incredible form. She stood glued to the spot drawn in by a myriad of sensations. Warmth gushed through her, and tingles traveled down her body leaving her feeling aroused and unsettled. At times, Ash thought he also felt the intensity of the link between them. As if Hawk could somehow read her thoughts and sense her presence, he looked up to meet her gaze. Ash felt his hands stroking her hair, yet he remained standing at a distance. She shuddered and brushed away the uneasy memory. Ash needed to stop daydreaming about her secret crush and focus on what was happening in the here and now.
“How am I going to do this, Sol? I’m not you.”
“You don’t need to be anyone but who you are, my lovely Ash. You are wise and strong. This baby is lucky to have you as a mentor. And remember, I’m always here for you.”
“Thanks for saying that.” She felt heat rising in her cheeks, knowing they were turning bright pink. “My powers have been a little wonky lately. I guess it’s just all the excitement around here. I have a really strange feeling I just can’t seem to shake.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure I can explain it exactly, it’s just this feeling, a sort of foreboding. Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying. Just ignore me.”
“What do you mean about your powers being wonky? You know as Guardians, our Fire has a will of its own. It will always try to warn you and protect you. You need to maintain balance and control. You need to connect.”
“You know how hard I’ve worked on my control, and it’s usually excellent. But lately, I can feel the flame within me always so close to the surface even when I try to call it back. And other times, I can’t seem to bring it to the surface at all. It’s like being a teenager all over again.”
Ashlyn had the appearance of a young woman approximately twenty-five years of age. In actuality, she was soon approaching her eighty-third birthday. Her people lived an inordinately long time due to their kinship with the four Elements; Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. They were each strongly connected to all of the Elements, but most individuals were more dominantly united with a singular Element. Though infrequent, some people, like Hawk, were linked to more than one Element.
As the Guardian of Fire, Ashlyn’s powers were incredibly potent. She worked all of her adult life to subdue her emotional nature in order to gain mastery of her Fire. It was a constant struggle for Ash. Her gift was a great deal stronger than any of the other members of the Fire community. Although some of the people in The House of Fire exhibited a small amount of control over fire, none could match the powers of a Guardian. It was rare for a person to be able to create fire but not as uncommon to be able to influence it once it was already ignited. Ashlyn’s powers and a
bilities surpassed those of all previous Fire Guardians.
“Try not to worry too much. I’m sure it’s just all the commotion going on around here making your powers a bit unsteady. I understand better than anyone the pressure you are feeling right now. I have faith in you, Ash. You’ll be wonderful, and everything will go smoothly at the festival tomorrow including the ceremony.”
“I’ll try to relax, but I think it’s going to be a lot easier said than done.”
“You just need to rest. I’ll stop by in the morning and walk over to the Village Square with you. The Elders want to talk to both of us before the ceremony tomorrow night.”
“Ok, sounds good.”
Sol left her with a quick hug and headed toward her own home just behind the South Tower. Ashlyn collapsed on the couch and closed her eyes. Her mind raced with thoughts of tomorrow’s ceremony and her pivotal role. When darkness fell the next evening, Ash would stand before all of Aether and pledge herself to the new baby Guardian.
The sun was beginning to set and the sky was alight with brilliant reds, yellows, and oranges; reminding her of Fire. Allowing her mind to wander, Ash forced thoughts of tomorrow and its significance away. Finally, she dozed off. Her dreams were troubled. She dreamt of being chased.
****
Hawk
Hawk’s gaze automatically focused on the top of the village’s South Tower while he stood transfixed from the Square below. He admired Ashlyn as she stared down from the grand windows. Irresistibly beautiful and very shapely, she stood tall. Her hair, the color of fire, was long and reached almost to her waist. As he watched it dance around her face, he imagined what it would feel like to touch, or better yet, to wrap the soft-looking strands in his fingers. Her fiery curls always seemed a bit unruly just like Ashlyn. Her eyes were enchanting; a glorious golden color, and they appeared to see all, especially him. Yet, he saw her, too.
Lately, Hawk sensed an unusually pensive mood from Ash. When he thought about it, maybe it should have been strange to him to feel Ashlyn’s thoughts and moods, but it seemed natural. The many hours he’d committed to dreams of Ashlyn soft in his arms did, too. She had captivated him even when they were very young. It wasn’t simply her beauty, it was an inexplicable magnetic pull. Just the other night, he’d been walking by the back alley which led to the café, when he felt it.