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тАЬSo whatтАЩs a First Born power and why does he want to drain it?тАЭ
Jeremy asks.

тАЬYou know, we could maybe talk about this later,тАЭ I snap. тАЬLike after
we get a long way away from here?тАЭ

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

We both have to help him up, but yeah, he can walk. Not very well and
heтАЩs 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 heтАЩs more like fifteen or sixteen. And his words arenтАЩt
dog-poop-colored anymore. TheyтАЩre gold and glittery . . . sort of like Mr.
TeleomaraтАЩs, but they donтАЩt hurt. HeтАЩs still real skinny. I guess you would be
if someone was draining your life out of you. тАЬWhere should we go?тАЭ IтАЩm
not really asking, IтАЩm just wondering.

тАЬThe police?тАЭ Jeremy says.

I give him a look. тАЬHello, Officer,тАЭ I say sweetly. тАЬHereтАЩs this kid
whose life force is being sucked out by the school principal. Could you go
arrest the principal, please?тАЭ

тАЬI get the point,тАЭ Jeremy says, sour-lemon yellow. тАЬWhat about your
dad?тАЭ

I want to look away. тАЬI donтАЩt know.тАЭ I swallow. тАЬI... donтАЩt think we can
take Cris there.тАЭ And theyтАЩre both looking at me and I just canтАЩt say anything
else.

тАЬOkay. We better figure something out.тАЭ Jeremy sighs. тАЬIf Mr.
Teleomara is like your guardian or something in the real world, theyтАЩll just
give you right back to him.тАЭ He frowns, thinking hard. тАЬMy dadтАЩs a lawyer, so
I know how this kind of thing works. They donтАЩt take a kidтАЩs word for stuff
over a grown-upтАЩs. Cris, what about your family?тАЭ

тАЬThey were both First Borns.тАЭ He says it so softly that I can hardly
hear him. тАЬZoroan got them.тАЭ

WeтАЩre all real quiet for a minute. ItтАЩs 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
donтАЩt know. тАЬZoroan knows I escaped.тАЭ Cris leans on us like heтАЩs about to
fall down.

тАЬWe can go to my tree fort,тАЭ Jeremy says, kind of doubtfully. тАЬI can