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“So what’s a First Born power and why does he want to drain it?”
Jeremy asks.

“You know, we could maybe talk about this later,” I snap. “Like after
we get a long way away from here?”

“Yeah, we need to get out of here,” Cris says. “I think ... I think maybe
I can walk. The wheelchair thing . . . that was just part of the trap. I think.”

We both have to help him up, but yeah, he can walk. Not very well and
he’s really weak and almost falls down a lot even with us helping him. He
looks better, though. And older, I realize. I thought he was younger than us,
but now I think he’s more like fifteen or sixteen. And his words aren’t
dog-poop-colored anymore. They’re gold and glittery . . . sort of like Mr.
Teleomara’s, but they don’t hurt. He’s still real skinny. I guess you would be
if someone was draining your life out of you. “Where should we go?” I’m
not really asking, I’m just wondering.

“The police?” Jeremy says.

I give him a look. “Hello, Officer,” I say sweetly. “Here’s this kid
whose life force is being sucked out by the school principal. Could you go
arrest the principal, please?”

“I get the point,” Jeremy says, sour-lemon yellow. “What about your
dad?”

I want to look away. “I don’t know.” I swallow. “I... don’t think we can
take Cris there.” And they’re both looking at me and I just can’t say anything
else.

“Okay. We better figure something out.” Jeremy sighs. “If Mr.
Teleomara is like your guardian or something in the real world, they’ll just
give you right back to him.” He frowns, thinking hard. “My dad’s a lawyer, so
I know how this kind of thing works. They don’t take a kid’s word for stuff
over a grown-up’s. Cris, what about your family?”

“They were both First Borns.” He says it so softly that I can hardly
hear him. “Zoroan got them.”

We’re all real quiet for a minute. It’s getting dark under the trees. An
owl hoots dark green and suddenly flits down to land in the path in front of
us. Its eyes glow with yellow light, and I never saw an owl like that before.

It hoots softly green, and Cris says something to it in a language I
don’t know. “Zoroan knows I escaped.” Cris leans on us like he’s about to
fall down.

“We can go to my tree fort,” Jeremy says, kind of doubtfully. “I can