“Looking for the boy?” Carlisle asked, an eyebrow raised. He walked toward us from where he stood on the middle of the roof deck. His golden armor gleamed under the moonlight. The feathers of his majestic white wings fluttered in the night breeze. He combed through his curly gold locks with gloved fingers as he stopped a few feet in front of us. “What boy? And who is this...” his voiced trailed off as he eyed me from head to toe. “Dog?” I had a feeling that he wanted to call me by a different nickname.
Oh, so we’re doing that. For a moment I wondered why I did not explode into rage. I looked down at my hand and I saw the Fire feather emitting a faint glow.This legendary thing works well, after all. I took a deep breath and pocketed the feather that was in my hand. “I’m Kaylene Summer……
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