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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother

... clutched herself, the rain beading down the slick material of her jacket and hiding her tears. “Let's begin,” Zaritha said, seizing Aaliyah's hand. “Open yourself up to me, Jann.” “Mistress,” she reminded the Ifrit. “And your future Sultana.” “Right.” Fire danced in the Ifrit's eyes as Aaliyah opened herself up, then gasped as the Ifrit seized the vast power brimming inside her and directing it to the three witches. Their chants began, one praying to Ishtar, the other two to Hecate. The silver circle burned brighter, the air crackling with energy. Aaliyah swayed, struggling to hold on to her senses as she poured her power into Zaritha. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The man who called himself Burke felt the magic circle powering up. The connection to his goddess was severed. He had expected this. There was no avoiding it. But he was more than a sorcerer. Burke had dabbled in every form of the arcane. Kyle would think him helpless. He would disabuse the boy of that. His eyes flickered to the Vicar and his black staff. “You would not survive challenging me,” Burke reminded his follower. The Vicar's flinty eyes held him for a moment. “Perhaps not.” “Split them up.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Students piled out of the school as they approached. Their eyes were all vacant. Their hands clutched makeshift objects, wielding them as weapons. The metal frames of chairs and desks, the broken wood of flagpoles, heavy textbooks, and whatever else the students could find. “Burke,” Kyle ...

... groaned. With a roar, the students charged. “Kyle?” Fatima asked, giving him a nervous glance. “Do we...?” “No.” He reached into the ground he stood on with Earthbones and commanded it. The earth rumbled and split, then thrusting out of the depths of the earth was a wall of bedrock, clods of dirt and the parking lot's asphalt spilling off of it. The students crashed into the wall, yelling and screaming. More of the earth groaned as he encircled them, pinning in the hundreds of students in a prison. “That should hold them for a short time,” Kyle said. “Let's go and deal with Burke.” “There might be more,” Britney said as they ran around the wall of stone. “That may have been half of the student body.” “We'll deal with it,” he said. “Burke's office is by the main doors anyways. Let's just hurry.” The wall was wide, covering most of the parking lot. He glanced at the sword and wondered what the limits of its power were. He had commanded all that stone to rise up and he barely felt winded from the effort. Fatima outdistanced them as they reached the doors. Fire blossomed from her spear and crashed into the main doors, blowing them open and spraying the hallway with glass. Fire alarms squawked, and water sprayed down from the sprinkler system. Britney used Waterclaw to stop the spraying water. “You always have to be flashy,” Kyle muttered as he strode into the hallway. An old man stepped out of the main office. “Bastard! Where's my mom?” Fatima snarled. “The terms are simple,” the ...