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“Burn”

August 22, 2014 by Helena Sorensen 5 Comments

Editor’s Note: Most of our SW Shorts are geared (very) roughly toward ages 7-12. Today’s tale is more in the YA demo. Yay. Awesome. -Sam    
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“Burn”

by Helena Sorensen

“Hush, Sim! Wait.” Abner hissed. He stopped, and the three stood silent, their eyes searching for some break in the impenetrable darkness. Behind them there was a sound, a low, heavy rolling. It rose gradually, growing and spreading, until they were surrounded by the insatiable thundering growls of many Wolves. They had been marked.

The air grew colder and, suddenly, their lights were snuffed out. They stood in almost total darkness, isolated for an instant from everything but their own thoughts.  

For Abner, that moment was like the coming of doom. His darkest fears had come upon him. They would surely be devoured by the Shadow. He had failed to protect his son and Simeon, and his wife and daughter would be alone, vulnerable. He was overcome with a sinking despair.

For Simeon, the extinguishing of the lights by some nameless dark in the heart of the Wood was almost more than his frail heart could bear. Panic overtook him. His pulse raced, and his skin was covered with clammy sweat. He trembled uncontrollably.

But the darkness was not complete. Not quite. 

The people of Shiloh were born with a certain incandescence, a certain radiance about them. They shone. Though they did not know it, this light was the last remnant of the glory that belonged to them before the world was unmade. Babes came wet and shining from their mothers’ bellies, and they lit their parents’ cottages as well as any lantern. But the Shadow took its toll. Children learned too quickly that no shining dawn ever came to that world. Too quickly, they learned that they were hunted, always hunted. They saw the faces of hunger and death. They felt the fear. Their glory faltered and faded and finally vanished. 

It was rare indeed to find a child of five or six who radiated any light at all, rarer still to find a man or woman come of age who still possessed some hint of their glorious birthright. But they could be found. Orin’s skin glowed faintly when he worked at the forge. Abner’s face shone, just slightly, when he marveled at his son’s skill with the bow. Wynn was luminous when her husband stepped through the door of the cottage, and Phebe fairly blazed when she sang.

Amos’s pulse had quickened too, when the darkness fell, but not from fear. Unlike the others, he felt remarkably alive. His mind was clear, his senses acute, his muscles relaxed. He let out a long breath, fixed his eyes on the cold torch in his right hand and spoke one word: “Burn.”  A red-orange flame shot up from the oiled cloth. 

All at once, the menacing growls of the Wolves ceased. 

The Hunter’s Path was warm and bright. Amos whistled a little tune.

“By the gods,” Abner swore, staring in awe at his son. Amos burned brighter than the torch, and it was he who filled the wood with radiance. Abner raised a hand to rub his chin, then dropped it again.

“Are we goin’ on?” Simeon asked.

“’Course we’re goin’ on. We’re almost there, right Da?” Amos replied.

Abner paused a moment before nodding. “Aye. We’ll go on.”  He turned and led the boys down the path. Not half a hundred paces ahead, they came to a broad meadow. Where the trees opened up, the dark was thinner, and the hunters could see a dozen deer, scattered across the tall grass, grazing.  

Abner laid aside his cold torch, drew an arrow from his quiver, and fitted it to his bow. Guided more by the gentle rustling of the grasses than the clarity of his vision, he shot an arrow into the meadow and heard the thump of an animal falling to the ground.  

One day, I’ll be able to make that shot, Amos thought. He didn’t yet have the strength to make a sure kill from such a distance, but he knew he would, and he marveled at the easy power with which Abner moved across the meadow, retrieved the deer, and slung it over his shoulder. They wasted no time there, hurrying back to the path with their kill. On the return journey, Abner took up the rear, slowed not at all by the weight of the beast he carried. Simeon traveled ahead of him, full of thoughts and questions. And Amos led the way, carrying the torch high and looking, for all his twelve years, like the warrior he knew he would become.

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Editor’s Second Note: This is an excerpt from Helena’s wonderful YA fantasy adventure. For more, get your own copy of Shiloh. 

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Helena Sorensen
Helena Sorensen
Helena Sorensen grew up outside Tampa, Florida in a little backwater called Fort Lonesome. She is not making this up. As a child, she went exploring in the orange groves, searching for empty shotgun shells and fragments of broken glass. Since then, she has performed in show choirs and chamber choirs, received a degree in Music Education, written songs and poems, and traveled to Italy and Ireland.

She never saw any of this coming.

She also had no idea of becoming either a mother or a writer, yet here she is, living in Nashville with a husband and two kids and three published books to her name. She ponders the humor of God and the strange adventure of living while she drinks kombucha on the porch, or plans new homeschool units, or reads everything from Emily Bronte to Dave Barry to Betty MacDonald.

You can find her books and an occasional poem or some such at www.helenasorensen.com.
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  1. Africa Schaumann says

    August 26, 2014 at 11:56 am

    Brilliant! How have I not read Shiloh?

    Reply
    • Helena Sorensen says

      August 26, 2014 at 9:06 pm

      Africa, I think J. K. Rowling has taken precedence recently. I completely understand. 🙂

      Reply
      • Africa Schaumann says

        August 26, 2014 at 9:23 pm

        The to-read pile will seem less daunting after I wade through all of J. K.’s adverbs. 😉 After I read Shiloh, though, I will need to snatch you away to talk about world-building.

        Reply
  2. Laura_Peterson says

    August 31, 2014 at 12:16 pm

    Just catching up on reading. YAY HELENA I LOVE THIS! (Those caps convey the depth of my enjoyment.)

    Reply
    • Helena Sorensen says

      September 1, 2014 at 9:07 pm

      Thank you, Laura! How are the Applemoot plans shaping up?

      Reply

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