Dreams of Fire

[Jon Little Bird]

Still no life to the derelict metro carriage, and still no indication as to what lay in the darkness. Was it worth forcing a door open, thus possibly endangering the people within to whatever might be out there? Though they were sitting ducks at the moment, at least their space was defensible. He stared outside and remembered -- with a chill -- what it was like to be caught unawares by a creature of the darkness. I won't be a victim today.


The sudden, unexpected presence snapped Jon away from the window. Another man was holding the Great Spirit, someone in this car. Jon snapped his head toward the source like the filament of a compass. It was that man, Dane Gregory. He was holding the power -- and he was as strong as Jon, maybe a little stronger. He was with those two young women again. The young, blonde girl was supported by the other as if something was wrong with her. Something had bothered Jon about that man and the way he was watching those girls since he'd sat down. And there he was holding the power.

And then Jon saw the face of the other young woman. It can't be.
His pulse surged among his arteries until it crashed against his skull.

"Nimeda!"
he yelled. Concern overpowered reason and Jon fixed Dane in his vision as he ran toward the man. "Get away from them!"
He seized hold of the Great Spirit and fired away thick bands of air like ropes to pin the man against the wall.