The Burning Sky The Elemental Trilogy - 1 by Sherry Thomas
CHAPTER 
1
In fact, there was nothing easier.
They said that when an elemental mage called forth flame, she stole a little from every fire in the world. That would make Iolanthe Seabourne quite the thief, gathering millions of sparks into one great combustion.
That flame she sculpted into a perfect sphere ten feet across, suspended above the rushing currents of the River Woe.
She beckoned with her fingers. Streams of water shot up and arced over the fireball. Stray droplets gleamed briefly under the sun before falling into the flame, releasing sizzles of steam.
Master Haywood, her guardian, used to love watching her play with fire. He had not been alone in his fascination. Everyone, from neighbors to classmates, had wanted her to show them how she made little fireballs dance upon her palm, the same way Iolanthe, as a child, had asked Master Haywood to wiggle his ears, clapping and laughing with delight.
Master Haywoods interest, however, had run far deeper. Unlike others who simply wished to be entertained, hed challenge her to make intricate, difficult patterns and draw entire landscapes with filaments of fire. And hed say, My, but that is beautiful , and shake his head with wonderand sometimes, something that felt almost like unease.
But before she could ask him what was the matter, hed ruffle her hair and tell her he was taking her out for ices. There had been two years during which theyd had many, many cups of ices together, lumenberry for him and pinemelon for her, sitting by the window of Mrs. Hinderstones sweets shop on University Avenue, just a five-minute walk from their house on the campus of the Conservatory of Magical Arts and Sciences, the most prestigious institution of higher learning in the entire Domain.
Iolanthe hadnt had pinemelon ice in years, but she could still taste its tart, fresh tingle on her tongue.
My, but that is beautiful.
Iolanthe started. But the voice belonged to a womanMrs. Needles, in fact, who cooked and cleaned for Master Haywood three days a week here in Little Grind-on-Woe, about as far from the Conservatory as one could get without leaving the shores of the Domain. Not that Master Haywood earned enough to hire help anymore, but some housekeeping had been included as part of his compensation.
Iolanthe dissipated the fireball still hovering in the air above the fast, white-foamed river. She didnt mind juggling apple-sized handfuls of fire for the children, or provide a few garlands of dancing flames at Little Grinds solstice ball, but it embarrassed her to display her abilities to this extent, with enough fire on hand to burn down the entire village.
Unless you are actually performing at the Majestic Circus, Master Haywood had always urged her, think twice about exhibiting your powers. You never want to appear a braggartor worse, a freak.
She turned around and smiled at the housekeeper. Thank you, Mrs. Needles. I was just practicing for the wedding.
I had no idea you were such a mighty elemental mage, Miss Seabourne, marveled Mrs. Needles.
In the Old Millennia, when elemental mages decided the fate of realms, no one would have given Iolanthes middling powers a second glance. But these were the end days of elemental magic. Compared to the majority of elemental mages, who could barely call forth enough fire for a night-lightor enough water to wash their own handsIolanthe supposed her powers would indeed be considered mightier than average.
Mrs. Oakbluff and Rosieand all their new in-lawswill be so impressed, continued Mrs. Needles, setting down a small picnic basket. And Master Haywood, of course. Has he seen your performance yet?
He was the one who gave me the idea for the big fireball, Iolanthe lied.
The villagers might suspect Master Haywood to be a merixida addict who neglected his sixteen-year-old ward,
but she refused to portray him as anything other than a most solicitous, attentive father figure.
In the seven years since his troubles started, shed developed a certain demeanor, a second personality that she wore like an exoskeleton. The Iolanthe who faced the public was a darling: a confident, outgoing girl who was also wonderfully sweet and helpfulthe result of having been deeply cherished her entire life, of course.
She had grown so accustomed to this exterior that she didnt always remember what truly lay underneath. Nor did she particularly want to. Why fester in disillusion, bewilderment, and anger when she could float above and pretend to be this sunny, charming girl instead?
And how are you today, Mrs. Needles? she turned the questioning around. Given a choice, most people preferred to talk about themselves. Hows the hip?
So much better, ever since you gave me that joint-easing ointment.
Thats wonderful, but I cant take all the credit. Master Haywood helped me make ithes always hovering about when Ive a cauldron before me.