"Fawkes." In a flutter of red and gold, the phoenix leaves the sky, lighting on my shoulder gentle as a breeze at dawn, "He's gone then." In utter silence, the creature of myth bows his head. There will be no song from him this day.
My heart is heavy in my chest. Clouds gather, blocking the mid-morning sun. The air around me cools as the sky goes gray and my mountain is covered in darkness. Albus Dumbledore was a friend and those of us who are strange in a world of living myth have so few.
A crack behind me and was solid stone is now a doorway, "What's happened? What's wrong?" My sister races out, the mountain closing behind her. Glacial blue eyes land on Fawkes. "Oh, damn." Lena falls down on the seat she carved out when she created the ledge we're standing on, "He's dead."
Not trusting my voice, I nod.
"So did it work?" Lena asks.
"I don't know. "
"Allie can find out."
No sooner are the words spoken than Lena's twin appears in a burst of sunshine. Hair of luminous gold frames an angel's face. Dabbing at eyes lush with with the tears running down her cheeks in silver streams, "He killed him."
"Then it's beginning." I say with confidence born in knowing the man who set the coming events in motion.
"What if it doesn't work?" Lena asked.
"It will." It better.
"But if it doesn't?"
"Then we have no choice. We go to war."
"Oh no, Mac…" Allie's dread filled whisper is frost on the air and we are wreathed in white, snow and ice whipping around us in arctic gusts.
"Dammit Allie," Lena huddles down, wrapping her arms around herself, her t-shirt and jeans no protection against the micro-blizzard, "Cut it out."
"Sorry." Sniffling, Allie dries her eyes. The snow doesn't stop, but it goes from a blinding whirl to lilting puffs of white.
Allie has good cause for her dread. When Elementals go to war, worlds fall.