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After a frantic search, Alomar found his parents in tears, standing by the stables. Their excited cries where meshing, making it impossible for Alomar to understand what they wanted of him.

“Calm down, Mother,” Alomar demanded, taking her in his arms. “Speak slowly so I can understand.”

After she took some deep breaths, his mother explained, “We don’t know where Shana is!”

Alomar felt the world tilt. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered Shana from the beginning. Borate was sure to have killed her. He knew her power, and would squelch it immediately, so his rampage would be unimpeded.

Unable to look his parents squarely in the eye, Alomar told them of Borate. Incredulous expressions covered their faces the more he talked. Alomar watched his mother crumple in his father’s arms when he got to the part where he told Borate of Shana’s powers.

“Look what you’ve done, Alomar,” his father screamed, waving his hands to encompass the destruction around them.

“I know, but I thought he was okay. Shana convinced me he meant no harm.”

“Don’t blame this on your sister!” His mother screeched, slapping him. “She is too young to know better.”

Alomar blamed himself for not listening to his instincts already. He did not need his parent’s wrath to assure him he had made a grave mistake. His only consolation was the fact Shana had trusted Borate also.

I’m sorry, little sister, he silently apologized.