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    The Last Child: The Legend of Iski Flare, #4
    The Last Child: The Legend of Iski Flare, #4
    The Last Child: The Legend of Iski Flare, #4
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    The Last Child: The Legend of Iski Flare, #4

    By Georgina Makalani

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    A whole town full of children disappeared in the middle of the night, only one was found.

     

    Now two of them have wandered back into the town square and Iski Flare is asked to help find the others. But twenty years is a long time, and he's not sure if the last child won't, or can't, help him determine where they went.

    The last child has troubles of her own and even if she helps the town, it won't mean her acceptance. She reminds Iski of Flare in more ways than he would care to admit, but he can't lose this child now.

     

    She might lead him towards more than he thought possible. Towards far more than he expected to find.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGeorgina Makalani
    Release dateDec 10, 2016
    ISBN9780994513168
    The Last Child: The Legend of Iski Flare, #4

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      The Last Child - Georgina Makalani

      Iski Flare rode slowly through the forest searching for signs of life. The occasional squirrel scampered up a tree trunk or a bird tweeted to another in the distance but it wasn’t what he was looking for. He was still looking for Flare. But he hadn’t heard her in so long it was difficult to remember what she sounded like; how her breath felt across his skin.

      The horse slowed as he sighed. It had been months since there had been a sign of her or clue as to where she might be. He continued to dream of her every night. Sometimes dried and dead, sometimes standing smiling in front of some great tree.

      He had tried to find the faeries, or even just one but they seemed just as elusive and he wasn’t sure if they could or would help him. The horse stopped beneath him and he blinked back to the dimly lit forest around him. Someone crashed through the forest toward him. Whoever it was clearly wasn’t attempting to sneak up on him. There were grunts as trees were bumped, roots were tripped over and the sound of laboured breathing seemed to echo off every tree.

      He climbed down, held the reigns tight in case the horse spooked, and slowly patted her neck.

      The loud movement stopped not far away and Iski found a man leaning against a tree, breathing heavily.

      Hello, Iski said politely surprised by the age of the man; who pushed up from the tree only to bend over, his breathing laboured. Iski Flare, he offered, holding out a hand.

      Oh, thank the gods, the man muttered, but didn’t move his weight supported on his knees.

      Can I help? Iski asked.

      The man nodded again. Children, he rasped and Iski leaned forward to hear him. Children...gone...returned...help.

      You need my help to find children that have returned?

      The man nodded again.

      Sit down and I’ll start a fire, Iski said and for the first time the man shook his head.

      Children, he wheezed.

      Iski indicated the horse and the man’s eyes lit up. But when he stood up, he swayed somewhat and Iski reached out to hold him steady. I’ll give you a hand, sir, he said guiding the man’s swaying walk toward the horse.

      William, he whispered as Iski gave him a leg up into the saddle, where he sat heavily and the horse moved nervously beneath him.

      Iski ran his hand gently over her neck, then down her nose and whispered that all would be well. Point the way, he said to William and they walked forward slowly through the forest. The man gave a wheezing cough and Iski handed him a water skin. He drank deeply and handed it back. Catch your breath, Iski said, when he opened his mouth to speak. There will be time to tell me your story.

      William sighed and they continued in silence until the forest path was lost to darkness. We will have to stop, Iski said, leading the horse toward a tree and patting the man’s leg. Do you need a hand down?

      Maybe a shoulder to lean on, he said, his voice still gravelly. It has been some time since I was on a horse. Not many horses left now in our little town. Not that I needed one, I was once a runner of great speed.

      Iski studied the older man before him but said nothing. If the man had children it would have made more sense to send his son, or even his grandson out to find him but then he had muttered about children. Maybe it was his children that were missing.

      Tell me about the children, Iski said as he pulled together some dry sticks and then reached into the saddle bag for his fire-starting kit. It wasn’t what he had been searching the forest for but maybe this distraction from his search was what he needed. As the flames lit up the small space around them, the man looked older and sadder than Iski had previously realised. He sat slowly beside him on the log and waited, trying not to look for Flare’s face in the flames.

      I don’t know that I can explain, William said after a time. I think it best that our Council explain to you what happened in Hamelin when we lost our children. But five days ago, two of them walked back into town as though they had never been away. He shook his head slowly but there was a sparkle of something in his eye.

      How long ago did you lose the children?

      William took a deep breath, Twenty years, he whispered.

      And the children that returned?

      Just as they were twenty years ago.

      How can that be? Iski asked, his eyes on the flames as a shiver ran down his spine. The children were searched for?

      William sat back and crossed his arms. Well of course we searched. For quite some time, they are our children! Then his strength slipped and his shoulders rounded. That was until the Council decided there was no hope of finding them; that we had searched everywhere. His face lost the little bit of hope that Iski had seen.

      It sounds like witchcraft, Iski muttered, sitting forward and poking at the fire.

      You would think so, the man whispered. I don’t know what he was.

      Iski turned and studied him closely but the old man gave little away, his eyes focused only on the fire.

      Iski opened his mouth to ask who he might be, when William lifted his hand. The Council will explain, he said again.

      Let us sleep, we can continue in the morning toward Hamelin, Iski said without moving.

      It took me three days to find you, he said. I’m not ready to stop.

      And I’m not ready to get lost in the forest, Iski said far too quickly. He jumped up from the log, unrolled his bed roll, and indicated that William lay down. He sat back on the log and watched as the old man rolled from side to side, his tired eyes refusing to close. Just as Iski thought he had settled, he turned again.

      Iski was nervous about an encounter with a witch. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had one or two before but his skin prickled at the idea and his heart beat fast in his chest. He

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