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how you feel, my dear, though it’s important you don’t forget for your own sake. Do you notice anything different with your body? Anything strange?”
Images of the light and a horse talking to her flash through her mind. Preta’s body sways, remembering what it felt like as the energy pulsated in her chest. Oh no, nothing strange, just a talking horse is all, you know, the normal thing that happens to any sane thirteen-year-old girl . She glances away. “What kind of strange things are you referring too?”
“Nothing to be alarmed about, my dear. It’s just, I heard stories, tales really, about a light entering a person and they change. And soon after, they’re able to do things many find hard to believe.”
Oh like talking to a horse? Nothing to be alarmed about, Preta, it either really happened or I’m going crazy. “So how do these people change?” Preta says, focusing on Agna’s lips, hanging on every word.
“It’s no coincidence the boy was murdered and then the light hit you. Best be cautious of strangers, Preta Penter. Keep your loved ones close. Remember, if strange things happen inside your mind and body and you’re unsure, be brave, and keep an open mind.”
Preta scrapes her boot on the ground as she builds up the nerve to tell her about Redly. “I think a horse might have talked to me.”
Intrigued, Agna tilts her head to the side. “ Really ? What happened? Tell me?”
Preta goes on telling her about Redly, the connection, the pulsating energy, and Mr. Felsten seeing her.
“How did he react when he saw you?”
“He was scared and didn’t want me anywhere near him. Though it could’ve been he was just in a hurry to get to Bielston.”
“Bielston, you say?” Agna’s eyes narrow.
“Yes, he was taking a load of goods to the capital.”
“Be very careful, my dear. People don’t act kindly to tales like yours, and big mouths may bring big danger.”
“But it only happened once. When I tried it again, nothing happened.”
Agna forces a smile, and she gives Preta a shallow nod. “If you did it once, you can probably do it again. And if the wrong person sees…” She lowers her head and sighs. “Please be careful and keep your family close. If you ever need help, anything at all, you know where to find me, right?”
“Yeah, I think I remember, Agna. Thanks again; I will.”
Agna gently touches Preta’s shoulder and gives her a tender smile then hobbles away down the road.
Great, the good news just keeps on coming. Preta takes a deep breath and leans her back against the privy door as she watches Agna disappear over the hill leading out of town.
THE CRAZY RED EYE
Preta drags a stick behind her as she dwells on Agna’s story.
“Where in the blazes have you been?” Yaz says, throwing a wooden crate into the back of the cart. “It’s been hours since you left.”
“I was just walking along the rocks by the docks and thinking,” Preta says with a shrug.
“We thought you might have fallen in the crapper.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, I just lost track of time.”
“Good, because no way was I climbing into a poo hole for you—even if Gramps did throw a hissy fit.”
Preta chuckles. “I’m glad I saved you, now you owe me one big time.”
Yaz’s eyes widen. “ Me owe you ? You know I shot the woman in the woods and saved your life the other day. That’s got to count for something.”
Preta growls inside. “You were the one that shot the woman?” She furrows her brow. “What else haven’t you two told me?”
Deet shifts a crate in his hands. “Told you about what?”
Preta crosses her arms. “About the other night. Yaz was just saying—”
Deet shoots Yaz a dirty look.
Yaz opens his arms in protest. “Now wait just a minute. I thought she knew.”
Preta glares at Deet. “What else didn’t you think I needed to know? Spit it out.”
“When we get back to the house, we’ll talk. But right now, take these coins, and get Nala’s
Images of the light and a horse talking to her flash through her mind. Preta’s body sways, remembering what it felt like as the energy pulsated in her chest. Oh no, nothing strange, just a talking horse is all, you know, the normal thing that happens to any sane thirteen-year-old girl . She glances away. “What kind of strange things are you referring too?”
“Nothing to be alarmed about, my dear. It’s just, I heard stories, tales really, about a light entering a person and they change. And soon after, they’re able to do things many find hard to believe.”
Oh like talking to a horse? Nothing to be alarmed about, Preta, it either really happened or I’m going crazy. “So how do these people change?” Preta says, focusing on Agna’s lips, hanging on every word.
“It’s no coincidence the boy was murdered and then the light hit you. Best be cautious of strangers, Preta Penter. Keep your loved ones close. Remember, if strange things happen inside your mind and body and you’re unsure, be brave, and keep an open mind.”
Preta scrapes her boot on the ground as she builds up the nerve to tell her about Redly. “I think a horse might have talked to me.”
Intrigued, Agna tilts her head to the side. “ Really ? What happened? Tell me?”
Preta goes on telling her about Redly, the connection, the pulsating energy, and Mr. Felsten seeing her.
“How did he react when he saw you?”
“He was scared and didn’t want me anywhere near him. Though it could’ve been he was just in a hurry to get to Bielston.”
“Bielston, you say?” Agna’s eyes narrow.
“Yes, he was taking a load of goods to the capital.”
“Be very careful, my dear. People don’t act kindly to tales like yours, and big mouths may bring big danger.”
“But it only happened once. When I tried it again, nothing happened.”
Agna forces a smile, and she gives Preta a shallow nod. “If you did it once, you can probably do it again. And if the wrong person sees…” She lowers her head and sighs. “Please be careful and keep your family close. If you ever need help, anything at all, you know where to find me, right?”
“Yeah, I think I remember, Agna. Thanks again; I will.”
Agna gently touches Preta’s shoulder and gives her a tender smile then hobbles away down the road.
Great, the good news just keeps on coming. Preta takes a deep breath and leans her back against the privy door as she watches Agna disappear over the hill leading out of town.
THE CRAZY RED EYE
Preta drags a stick behind her as she dwells on Agna’s story.
“Where in the blazes have you been?” Yaz says, throwing a wooden crate into the back of the cart. “It’s been hours since you left.”
“I was just walking along the rocks by the docks and thinking,” Preta says with a shrug.
“We thought you might have fallen in the crapper.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, I just lost track of time.”
“Good, because no way was I climbing into a poo hole for you—even if Gramps did throw a hissy fit.”
Preta chuckles. “I’m glad I saved you, now you owe me one big time.”
Yaz’s eyes widen. “ Me owe you ? You know I shot the woman in the woods and saved your life the other day. That’s got to count for something.”
Preta growls inside. “You were the one that shot the woman?” She furrows her brow. “What else haven’t you two told me?”
Deet shifts a crate in his hands. “Told you about what?”
Preta crosses her arms. “About the other night. Yaz was just saying—”
Deet shoots Yaz a dirty look.
Yaz opens his arms in protest. “Now wait just a minute. I thought she knew.”
Preta glares at Deet. “What else didn’t you think I needed to know? Spit it out.”
“When we get back to the house, we’ll talk. But right now, take these coins, and get Nala’s
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