The tiny alien buzzed to the top of the tallest boulder and peeked at the landscape.
Behind them, a sheer cliff dropped hundreds of feet to a vast sea covered in fire. The flames burned the same silver-blue that lit her friend Roebor’s blazing eyes, the same silver-blue fire he could blow from his lungs to such devastating effect.
The roar of the fire—steady, menacing, a constant warning: do not come near, or you will burn—carried all the way from the sea to the rock outcropping where she crouched. Shannon unzipped her lightweight sweatshirt. Cooler air could reach her already-damp T-shirt.
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