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created an even stronger tangible pull. It was gentle but persistent. It came at me in little waves, slowly sapping my strength.
“Your thoughts are correct,” Amon said as I shuffled him to a bench bathed in sunlight. “But I will attempt to use as little of your energy as possible.”
“Can you read my thoughts?”
“I understand you in the way you understand me,” he explained cryptically. After he was settled, he mumbled, “Thank you, Lily.”
The sun really did revive him. The difference was noticeable and undeniable. His draw on me lessened until I could barely feel it. After a few moments of observing him, I said, “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking. You probably have a condition. Like one of those rare sun allergies, except you’re the opposite. You’ve got a problem with shade.” But if that was really the case, then how had Amon given his strange sun condition to me? “Amon? You mentioned sharing my energy.”
“Yes. That is right,” he replied.
“So yesterday when you were injured, you borrowed my energy to heal yourself. Is that correct?”
“Partly. You are my tie to this world. Like an anchor on a boat. I can draw all my power only when I am fully formed. Until I am in my proper frame, I must remain linked to you.”
This was getting weirder by the second. “Okay, let me see if I understand. Your body works like a solar panel, with the sun functioning as your own personal miracle cure, you’re in desperate need of an organ transplant, and for the time being you need me to be your Energizer Bunny.”
I didn’t realize I’d been gesturing until Amon took my hands in his. “Lily, your words are confusing to me. Though I do get power from the sun, it is not enough to do the things I must do in the time allotted. Without the jars that hold the remainder of my essence, I will soon die.”
“You’re dying?”
He nodded. “It is not the right time. I need to remain in this world until I have accomplished my purpose.”
Oh.
My half-realized attempts at minimalizing his symptoms vanished, tamped down by the seriousness of his condition. Common sense and practical Lilliana took over. I squeezed his hand. “Of course you do. You are far too young to die.”
Everything suddenly fit into place. He was still lost, but now I knew that he was also terminally ill.
The organ business was likely because he was in organ failure, and he must have been put on heavy medication, which made him a little loopy.
Testing alternative healing methods would explain his obsession with healing and energy transfer. Someone probably hadn’t kept an eye on him, and he had wandered off wearing nothing but a white sheet, which had likely come from his hospital bed. That also explained the bare feet and the hair loss for a guy so young. I wondered if he had gone to the museum as a dying wish.
“Lily?”
His simple utterance of my name made the spinning wheels in my mind come to a complete stop. “Yes, Amon?” I replied softly, with an apologetic sort of smile.
“I sense your thoughts. Though it is true that my body is weakened, there is no sickness in my mind. I do not have much time in your world, and the ceremony must be completed while I have strength. If I can raise my brothers, they will help me finish what I must do, but to do that I need your help finding them.”
“You want me to help you find your brothers?”
“Yes.”
Relief flooded through me. “Of course. I’ll do whatever I can. Were they at the museum with you?”
He shook his head. “They are lost like me.”
So he wanted to reconnect with his brothers. Well, if he needed help with his bucket list, then that was something I could do. Leaving him in the sun, I headed back into my room and returned with a pad of paper and my trusty mechanical pencil.
“Okay, let’s start with names.”
He nodded. “One is named Asten.”
I penciled in
Asten.
“He is the son of Khalfani.”
“Right. Last name Khalfani.”
“No. His
“Your thoughts are correct,” Amon said as I shuffled him to a bench bathed in sunlight. “But I will attempt to use as little of your energy as possible.”
“Can you read my thoughts?”
“I understand you in the way you understand me,” he explained cryptically. After he was settled, he mumbled, “Thank you, Lily.”
The sun really did revive him. The difference was noticeable and undeniable. His draw on me lessened until I could barely feel it. After a few moments of observing him, I said, “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking. You probably have a condition. Like one of those rare sun allergies, except you’re the opposite. You’ve got a problem with shade.” But if that was really the case, then how had Amon given his strange sun condition to me? “Amon? You mentioned sharing my energy.”
“Yes. That is right,” he replied.
“So yesterday when you were injured, you borrowed my energy to heal yourself. Is that correct?”
“Partly. You are my tie to this world. Like an anchor on a boat. I can draw all my power only when I am fully formed. Until I am in my proper frame, I must remain linked to you.”
This was getting weirder by the second. “Okay, let me see if I understand. Your body works like a solar panel, with the sun functioning as your own personal miracle cure, you’re in desperate need of an organ transplant, and for the time being you need me to be your Energizer Bunny.”
I didn’t realize I’d been gesturing until Amon took my hands in his. “Lily, your words are confusing to me. Though I do get power from the sun, it is not enough to do the things I must do in the time allotted. Without the jars that hold the remainder of my essence, I will soon die.”
“You’re dying?”
He nodded. “It is not the right time. I need to remain in this world until I have accomplished my purpose.”
Oh.
My half-realized attempts at minimalizing his symptoms vanished, tamped down by the seriousness of his condition. Common sense and practical Lilliana took over. I squeezed his hand. “Of course you do. You are far too young to die.”
Everything suddenly fit into place. He was still lost, but now I knew that he was also terminally ill.
The organ business was likely because he was in organ failure, and he must have been put on heavy medication, which made him a little loopy.
Testing alternative healing methods would explain his obsession with healing and energy transfer. Someone probably hadn’t kept an eye on him, and he had wandered off wearing nothing but a white sheet, which had likely come from his hospital bed. That also explained the bare feet and the hair loss for a guy so young. I wondered if he had gone to the museum as a dying wish.
“Lily?”
His simple utterance of my name made the spinning wheels in my mind come to a complete stop. “Yes, Amon?” I replied softly, with an apologetic sort of smile.
“I sense your thoughts. Though it is true that my body is weakened, there is no sickness in my mind. I do not have much time in your world, and the ceremony must be completed while I have strength. If I can raise my brothers, they will help me finish what I must do, but to do that I need your help finding them.”
“You want me to help you find your brothers?”
“Yes.”
Relief flooded through me. “Of course. I’ll do whatever I can. Were they at the museum with you?”
He shook his head. “They are lost like me.”
So he wanted to reconnect with his brothers. Well, if he needed help with his bucket list, then that was something I could do. Leaving him in the sun, I headed back into my room and returned with a pad of paper and my trusty mechanical pencil.
“Okay, let’s start with names.”
He nodded. “One is named Asten.”
I penciled in
Asten.
“He is the son of Khalfani.”
“Right. Last name Khalfani.”
“No. His
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