Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH12Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wyatt lay in his bed, watching Jacklyn sleep. The adrenaline had faded and he now felt the exhaustion of the climb and his fading illness. Yet sleep did not come easily to him. Jacklyn's injuries, fortunately, were not as severe as he had feared. He was fairly well-versed in first aid, one of the many things his parents had taught him. After all, there had not been a practicing medic of his species in decades. Though he had never expected to use that knowledge to aid anyone but himself.
It seemed that two of Jacklyn's ribs had been cracked, though thankfully not fully broken. Breathing would be painful for several weeks, and she would be bedridden for much of that too. But she would live. She would recover and be as healthy and active as she ever was.
Yet five words still echoed in Wyatt's mind. "It could have been worse." A phrase that was supposed to give comfort in times like this now had the opposite effect. He could have killed her. As long as she was near him, s
Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH8Jacklyn and the Beanstalk CH84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, this is where you conjure the food?" Jacklyn asked from her perch atop Wyatt's shoulder. They were presently in a room she had not managed to find during her own explorations, in the very heart of the castle. The walls and floor were all stone, and unlike the rest of the castle, had no decorations to speak of. In the center of the room rose a stone pillar, just higher than Wyatt's waist. Atop the pillar was a stone basin which held what Jacklyn had first mistaken for green fire. But no, it was actually much more beautiful than that. A swirling fountain of liquid light danced in the basin, occasionally sending arcs of the liquid into the air.
"Yes," he said, holding up a hand for her to climb onto. "And today, you're going to learn how."
"Wh-What?" she blurted.
"Jacklyn... I would... like it if we stopped thinking of you as a guest," he said, holding her up to eye level.
"What do you mean?" she asked, perplexed.
"Well... If you truly don't wish to go back to Revell