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The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... consciousness, holding her bow, trying to get the strength to draw another arrow and finish off the woman. “He is going to pay,” growled the woman. She flashed into fire and hurtled off into the air. Fumi collapsed back into the snow, confusion warring with the pain. She didn't understand her reprieve. The wind howled and trees crackled as they burned. She had somehow driven the woman off, but agony consumed her. She had won, but it didn't matter. Her body was too burned. “I can't die,” she hissed. “Kyle...waits...” Summoning his face, she crawled through the snow, her bow clutched in one hand, her mind fighting to stay conscience. There was only once chance. One hope. The kami. She dragged herself through the cool snow, meter-by-meter. She wasn't going to quit. She wasn't going to give up. Her fingers touched bare rock. She was close. She gripped a crevasse, pulling herself forward, her tender breasts and stomach screaming as she slid across the uneven surface and splashed into the springs water. Darkness took her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Even formed of fire, Zaritha was wracked by pain. She could somehow still feel the arrows embedded in her body, spilling out her blood. She did not know how the little bitch had shot her in the back. None of that mattered. “I am free!” All the pain was worth it. She would take a hundred arrows to not serve that sadistic bastard. She soared across Hokkaido, her wounded body drawn to the immense heat burning in its core. She needed ...

... fire. She raced up to the slope, the air thinning, the temperature dropping. She reached the caldera and dove down a steam vent, working her way deeper and deeper into the volcano until she found the magma chamber and buried herself into the burning rocks, drinking in the fire. Her pain fading as her body healed, she began to plot her revenge on Principal Burke. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Spirit Realm Christy reached the end of the rainbow path. “Why do you put yourself through this?” Kyle asked. She froze. Her husband stood on the edge of the rainbow path, standing crisp against the wavering, dream terrain of the spirit world. His face was hard, his angular eyes boring at her, a sneer curling his lips. “Do you think I'll take you back after what you did?” Even knowing it wasn't Kyle, the words still stung Christy. “I'm not listening to you, Erinyes.” “It doesn't make my words any less true. Your sins can never be washed clean. Ishtar will not forgive your stained soul.” Those same fears gnawed at her heart. She pushed a curl of brown hair off her cheek, and gave Hecate's vengeful daughter a fixed look. The spiteful spirit hunted Christy for breaking her oaths to the coven. But so long as she was on the rainbow path, Ishtar protected her. “I have to have hope. Unless you think I'll just walk off the path and let you kill me.” “Hecate can always take you back.” “I don't want to go back.” “Even if she can give you Kyle.” Her heart almost froze. She wanted Kyle so bad. But ...