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from
the demon.”
    “Yes, but only from the demon that possessed
you.”
    “There are others?” Ivar turned away from me
and set the bucket, which was then brimming with a greenish red
fluid, onto the fire.
    “Your curse leaves you vulnerable.”
    “I’m not cursed right now. The demon’s
gone.”
    “The demon that was inside you wasn’t the
curse. It was a symptom of the curse.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “As a Corba, you are marked. Certain primal
forces are naturally drawn to you. Primarily dark primal forces.
Evil.”
    “In other words, I’ve got a cosmic ‘kick me’
sign taped to my back forever.”
    “Even if The One can free you of the demon,
you may still remain cursed. I’m sorry,” I got up from my seat and
paced around. I could hear the crackle of the fire and the brushing
of leaves along the dirt. “It’s not fair, I realize that, but you
must have faith in the universe. It deals in balance. It balances
the good with the bad.”
    “Would you just shut up for a god damn
minute?” My shoulders began to grow heavy. I turned back around and
saw Ivar stooped before his bucket. Black smoke was puffing up into
the air. He looked down inside of it and looked back to me.
    “It’s ready.”
    Ivar drew out a small triangle and
instructed me to stand in the middle of it. He held the bucket
before me.
    “One more ingredient.”
    “What’s that?” Ivar then pulled out a small
knife and looked down at my hands. “Blood? Again?”
    “It is the fluid of life. Blood holds the
most essential part of us and what we are made of and this potion
needs to have your essence.”
    “Just make it quick,” I held my hand out.
Ivar gave my thumb a quick poke and squeezed a drop out into the
bucket. It suddenly bubbled and coughed up a puff of steam. Ivar
turned away and poured some into a small paper cup he had and then
handed it to me. “What do I do? Soak in it?”
    “Drink.”
    “Excuse me? You want me to drink this shit?
It smells like puked up piss.”
    “You have to drink it. It’s the only way to
mix it with your blood.” I looked at the cup. It was warm in my
hand. I took a deep breath and chugged it down as quickly as I
could. It burned my mouth and throat as I guzzled it. It was like
pounding a shot of battery acid. I felt my legs weaken, but Ivar
quickly grabbed me and kept me up. When I finally felt the last bit
splash down my throat, I threw the cup down into the fire.
    “How do we know it worked?” Ivar looked to
me as though I had figured out the one question he had no answer
for. He looked down like a confused child.
    “Faith, Jake. We’ll just have to have
faith.”
    We were back on the road as soon as Ivar
packed his stuff back up. We were surrounded by barren desert. The
highway wore down to a soft dirt road and we turned off and headed
toward a small wooden shed miles off.
    As we got closer, I could see the planes
nearby and realized that was our destination. We drove up and I saw
a large, cracked asphalt lot next to a broken runway behind the
wooden shack. I only saw one small plane in the lot. It looked
sturdy, but old. Ivar parked the car in front of the shack and a
wily looking guy came running out. He had frizzed red hair and wild
eyes.
    “Ivar!” He called out as we approached.
    “Good to see you, Jesse.” Ivar said as he
shook the guy’s hand.
    “Who’s this?”
    “This is Jake Corba. My friend.”
    “Oh. Any friend of Ivar is a friend of
mine.” Jesse then took my hand. His grip was tight and sweaty.
    “Thanks. Is that the plane?”
    “Betsy, yeah. Good girl too. I cut my teeth
on her.”
    “Really? How old is ‘she’?”
    “Twenty. Twenty-five years. Don’t be fooled
though. She runs like they put her together yesterday. Good old
American engineering lasts a lifetime. Or two. Right, Ivar?”
    “Right. How soon before we can take
off?”
    “Not long. I just need to file the flight
plan and do a last minute inspection. Just sit a moment and relax.”
Jesse