It was about a week that passed by, and Fireon found another chance to slip in Kinnacia. He had not seen Satis though, where she used to wait for him, sitting on the lone orange flat rock at the pink falls.
“Satis, where are you?” he whispered.
He conjured a small ball of black fire, smaller than the usual one he’d use whenever Satis was around. It was to be discreet at this time, as it was just mid-afternoon in Kinnacia, whereas it was midnight in Sarvatt.
Through his ball of fire, he went straight to Satis’ home to check if she was there instead. He knew her well enough. If she wasn’t at the falls, she was at home since she hated to mingle with other Kinnacians or to train with the elders.
The ball of fire was perhaps a hundred meters away, and he could see the huge abode built and
