Echo Soul Seekers

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    “Remember what I told you: Everything is alive, nieta . The elements are our allies, a friend to all Seekers. They each have something to teach us, something to reveal to us. You’ve already met the power of Wind and Earth, and now you must learn the power of Water. There’s an ancient saying that states: The softest things in the world overcome the hardest things in the world —and Water is a good example of that. It’s silky, fluid, yet it’s also responsible for carving those rocks at your feet. You must strive to listen to the Water, discover what it offers, and determine its song. If not, I’m afraid you’ll succumb, and all will be lost.”
    I swallow hard. Try to determine what’s worse—getting decapitated on an LA freeway like my dad or drowning in a murky New Mexico river, like I’m pretty sure I’m about to.
    “One of the most important things you’ll ever do as a Seeker, aside from keeping the balance between the worlds, is managing the weather by manipulating the elements. But before you can handle the elements, you must first learn to bond with them. And now it’s time for you to bond with the water element. Many Seekers before you have undergone these trials, it’s simply your turn.”
    She hands me the clothes she brought and tells me to change in her Jeep. When I emerge, she opens her arms as though to embrace me. And though I’m not feeling especially huggy toward her at the moment, I do so anyway.
    It may be my last.
    It may give me the strength I need to get through this.
    When my eyes meet Chay’s and he nods his encouragement, I square my shoulders, face the river, and wade in. Walking straight into the freezing cold water that soaks me in an instant, chilling my body to the verge of hypothermia in just a handful of seconds. Telling myself that if this is what it takes to kill Cade Richter, I’ll do it.
    At first, I fight the current, insisting on going at my own pace, my own way. Though it’s not long before the effort exhausts me, forcing me to loosen my limbs and literally go with the flow. Clutching the buckskin pouch with one hand, I do what I can to keep my head above water as I’m carried downstream.
    Fingers seeking the hard edge of the raven stone lurking inside, along with the spine of the feather, and the curve of Django’s bear. Teeth chattering, lips quivering, I press the pouch between my palms, fold my fingers in supplication, and say, “If there’s any good left in you, then please guide me through this. Please help me endure. Do not let me die. Not here. Not like this. Not before I get a chance to do what I was born to do.”

 
    seventeen
    Dace
    I grind my jaw hard. Cringing as Leftfoot pours more of that foul-smelling liquid onto my wound. Stuff burns like I can hardly believe.
    “I think you’ve covered it.” I push the words between gritted teeth. “Any more and I’ll think you’re just bent on torturing me.”
    “How’d you get this?” He squints, focusing on threading the needle he’ll use to sew the gash closed.
    “Had an unfortunate encounter with a crazy coyote.”
    He pauses, studying me for a long moment, then he jabs the needle into my flesh. “Relax. The more you resist, the worse it gets. That goes for everything in life, by the way, not just stitches.”
    I shake my head. Mutter a stream of curses under my breath. While it’s hardly the first time Leftfoot’s sewn me closed, this wound goes way deeper than most.
    “I’m afraid it’s even worse than you think.” He weaves the needle and thread in and out of my skin.
    I glare at the wound. If that coyote was rabid, I’ll kill it too!
    “No, not that.” Leftfoot yanks on the thread before tying a knot. “The Middleworld is also suffering the effects of Cade’s actions.”
    Oh. That.
    “Yesterday a flock of ravens dropped from the sky. By the time they hit the ground, they were dead. That’s the second time that’s happened.”
    Ravens. Of course. How poetic.
    Ravens equal Daire.
    And dead Ravens equal Cade’s plan to steal Daire’s soul and leave her for dead—just like the prophetic dream that I had.
    “And while it hasn’t snowed in Enchantment for many years, now it’s no longer snowing in the surrounding areas either. It’s cold enough to snow. It feels like snow. But for whatever reason, it’s not happening. Bad news for Angel Fire, Taos, and all the other ski resorts—but even worse news for us because we know what’s behind