Echo Soul Seekers

exercise seriously, since there’s so much at stake, but still not wanting to lie, I say, “Probably not what you want me to see.” Lifting my shoulders when I add, “There’s a base of blue that leads to a yellow-white tip that wavers about.”
    “Good.” She grins. “That’s all you’re meant to see. Or at least for the moment, anyway. Much like you did with the pendulum, you will ask the Fire a question. But instead of the yes or no response of the pendulum, the Fire will show you images that will provide the information you seek.”
    I lift a brow, knowing better than to question her. Still, these lessons just seem to get weirder and weirder.
    “And just like with the pendulum, it’s important to remember that the Fire is only providing the wisdom that lives deep inside you. It’s the same with the talismans you wear in your pouch. None of these things can impart attributes or answers you don’t already possess—rather, they bring forth the powers that exist deep within you. There will come a time, nieta, when you are so in tune with yourself and your connection to all living things that you will no longer need to rely on these tools unless you seek clarification. But as you are not quite there yet, I want you to take a series of deep, cleansing breaths. I want you to clear your mind and center yourself. Then, when you are ready, I want you to choose one of the flames to gaze upon, allowing your focus to naturally settle. And instead of asking a question of the Fire, I want you to ask the Fire to reveal whatever it deems worthy of showing you. Just keep your mind open. Allow the information to flow. Can you do it?”
    I nod. I’m already doing it. Already taking deep, calming breaths. Already aware of the way my muscles instantly soften and relax. The way my vision begins to widen before narrowing down to one single point.
    Concentrating on a solitary flame snaking before me. Drawn to its heat, its essence, its spirited dance—striving to connect and merge with its very crux. Until everything fades except this lone flicker.
    I’ve barely finished bidding a quick, silent plea for it to share its knowledge, when a face begins to form. A dark and haunted beautiful face with deep luminous eyes that gaze hard into mine. Though just when I’ve grasped hold of the image, the face fades, allowing a fleeting trace of a raccoon to stand in its place.
    “It’s Valentina!” I gasp, gazing upon one of the first recorded Seekers in the Santos family tree. “And Raccoon—her spirit animal.”
    Paloma’s whispered words of encouragement prompt me to lean closer, as I try to discern the message—convinced that there is one. And this time when Valentina’s face appears before me again, her voice begins to sound in my head.
    At first, the tone is faint, hard to discern. Though it’s not long before the words begin to reverberate through the very core of me.
    Listen—there is no time to waste! You must always remember that your intent fuels your will, and your will is your way. You must never look back. You must never regret. A new day has dawned—the old rules have changed. Unprecedented action is now required of you, and it will come at great cost. It is the creed of the Seeker and you must vow to heed it!
    I nod vigorously, committing to every last word.
    Watching as her face slowly fades, leaving me with the phrase:
    It is your duty to protect them—look after them!
    As images of Xotichl, Auden, and Lita flash before me, followed by a bat, an otter, and an opossum, respectively.
    Their spirit animals. It’s got to be. Now that we’re friends, now that I’m getting to know each of them, the animals that guide them make perfect sense.
    Like Xotichl, Bat can see in the dark.
    Like Auden, Otter is fun and cute, with focused intent.
    Like Lita, Opossum is a good actor, quick to assess and adapt.
    When the images fade, I’m left to watch the flame sway to the melody of the firesong:
At the whim of the wind
I can smolder or singe
Comforting as easily as I harm
A single lick of my flame begets irrevocable change
Be like me when you seek to transform
    After the third repetition, the flame simply dies. Leaving me to stare at its ghost—a slim wispy finger of smoke undulating before me—as Paloma whispers into my ear, “Well done, nieta . Now extinguish the rest. You know what to do.”
    I reach toward one of the candles, raise my hand before it, and watch as it instantly burns itself out. Then I move