“Are you the one they call Phoenix?” The youngster’s eyes were wide.
“That’s right.” I bent down to look him in the eye. “I bet you’ve heard all about me.”
The boy’s head nodded solemnly. “You’re the talk of the town.” His bluntness made me smile. Next he’ll want to feel my back. But what he said was, “Can you tell me what happened? I mean the real story?” His face, just beginning to show its distinctive markings, glowed with excitement.
Caught off guard, I stammered, “Oh. Of c-course I’ll tell you.” I pointed out a bench with my tail. “Sit over there.”
The boy sat, folding his paws at his waist. His ears stood straight up with excitement.
More confident, I started speaking. “It was a bitter-cold night. The first moon was just setting, and I lay beside my mother.”
As my voice carried across the square, more youngsters gathered to listen. Their parents joined them, and soon I was facing a large crowd. Through it all, the boy’s eyes never left mine.
Chapter 1
"Get up, boy, and don't make a sound." The words, spoken in the common tongue, grated on my ears. Something cold and hard was placed against my throat.
"Mother?" I whispered.
A booted foot knocked the wind out of me. "Speak when you're spoken to. Understand, boy?"
"Yes," I said.
"Speak up! I can't hear you!"
Instead of answering, I growled.
"Think you're tough, eh? Charlie, give it to 'im." I struggled, but the big man held me down. Another man, thin and bony, pressed something to my side.
At first it just felt like a thorn. Then pain, fiery and icy at the same time, went through me from head to tail.
"Don't fight it, boy. It'll give you strength." The man's smile showed several missing teeth; his breath washed over me.
I whimpered. The drug seemed to turn my blood to acid and my bones to water. The big man laughed as I fell, convulsing, into darkness.
**
Am I dead? That was my first thought.
No, spirits can't feel pain. I shake my head. Who's talking? Go away; just go away!
The voice said again, Spirits can't feel pain. Get up, Phoenix.
I rolled onto my side, cracking open one eye.
That's good. Don't try to sit up just yet.
"Who are you?"
The voice, which had seemed to echo in my head, came as a gentle whisper. "They call me Wind around here. What's your name?"
I groaned as I opened my right eye... or tried to.
"Avari Tigersong."
