The Fane of Fire. Part Last

“Do I go there when I die?”

The Maker didn’t answer. He turned to Kalmar.

“HOW DO YOU THINK YOU COULD FIX THE FANGS?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I figured since they could be fanged in the first place, the could be un-fanged.” Kalmar chuckled nervously.

“HOW.”

“I know this sounds silly, sir, but couldn’t they sing the song of ancient stones with like a human in the box and then they would be human again?”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK?”

Kalmar was getting a little frustrated. Why was The Maker only giving me questions in return to my questions?

“I think it would work,” he proclaimed boldly.

“THEN YOU HAVE MADE THE RIGHT DECISION.” The Maker turned away. “YOU MUST LEAVE NOW. YOUR SIBLINGS ARE ANXIOUS.”

The Maker disappeared through a doorway and Kalmar ran after Him.

“Wait!” he cried, skidding to a standstill. “I don’t know which way back to the entrance.” Kalmar looked sheepishly at his wolfish feet.

The Maker pointed right with His arm and continued walking down His passageway.

Kalmar watched Him go regretfully. It had been nice but not quite what he had expected. Oh well. He turned, ran to the entrance, and climbed out of the glowing fane.

Janner had kept his eyes peeled on the entrance the whole time Kalmar had been gone. Now he saw his head coming out the opening and he awakened Leeli, who had fallen asleep on his lap. Leeli jumped up and ran to meet Kalmar, her sweet blue eyes full of joy and questions. Leeli embraced Kal and smiled up at him.

“How’d it go?”

Kalmar didn’t answer. “Let’s get the fane shut.”

The three Jewels of Anniera stood in their places and Leeli started by playing the right tune on her whistle harp. Janner recited the words and Kalmar traced the symbols in the air.

The Fane shut with a resounding click.

The End!!