Chapter 3: Searched

Fyr had waited so long to let anyone into her mind again, afraid that she'd do something weird. Before that hadn't been the problem and no-one had ever noticed her. She so wanted those days to return. Just her and Gremyne waiting to be discovered.
But would they let her go? She had been in this small room for weeks now. Or so it felt, time didn't really have a meaning anymore. She hadn't started a fire or talked to a spirit for that long time and she felt lonely. Maybe if she showed them the firemaking they would let her out into the world again. Out of the small room that was so cold. Out into the sun...
Fyr felt someone watching her. A young man with a rather silly hairdo and deep blue eyes. He looked at her and she gave in. Sitting on her bed she opened her hand and let a small flame erupt from it. Fyr looked at the man. She was tired and alone. The fire hadn't started warming her yet, but it would.
"No." she saw him say.
The flame caught a wind and died down. Fyr didn't get it. They had wanted her to do this.
"Hold on a little longer and you'll be free." the man said and turned away from her.
Free? Would they really let her go? She saw the man talking to the lab assistant. The lab assistant looked at her and shrugged. He shook his head. Were they discussing her?
Suddenly a disturbing thought entered her head. Until now she had been worried about having to stay here for the rest of her days, but what if they would kill the people that knew about this thing? No. The man had said she just had to hold on a little longer and she'd be free.  But could she trust him? Her inner voice was working overtime and in all the inner commotion she did what she hadn't done since she had gotten here. She asked for help.
"What's wrong?" a soothing voice asked.
"Oh no! Leave!! They'll know and then I'll never be free!" Fyr thought.
"You are trapped?" The voice asked.
"Yes, but leave before they find you and put you away too."
Fyr desperately wanted the spirit to leave. But the spirit was interested and grabbed a tight hold of her thoughts. Fyr wasn't afraid, there was only good in this spirit, not like the one that had gotten here. 
Fyr felt the spirit look through her eyes. Then it chuckled.
"I can't fit in here." it laughed.
"You can't?" 
How big was this spirit? Did spirits even have mass? She had always thought spirits were transparent kind of things floating in and out of her. She felt a bit disappointed that this spirit could be somewhere free, hearing her while she had been put away in it.
"You aren't happy." the spirit said hurt.
"How can you be free if you can do what I can do?" she asked.
"There are many of us here, I'm not very special." the spirit answered.
"If only I could be with you." she said.
"You can... you only have to get out of there."
"But I'm locked away, I can't get out."
"I can." It said.
"But that's what got me in here!"
"Then it is what you need to get out."
"When?" Fyr asked.
"Tonight. Did you see the place when you got in?"
"Yes..." Fyr thought of the place and shuddered. How could something so beautiful hols such an evil inside?
"I know enough now." 
Fyr nodded and nearly laughed when she suddenly heard the spirit make one last remark. Something so absurd she didn't know what to think. The spirit had said something about bringing his rider and Enox. She got visions of humans carrying strange beings. Was that what they'd have in store for her? Well the spirit didn't mind it so it wouldn't be that bad. And at least the spirit was free...

The hours to the night had been long and tedious now that Fyr had hope again. There were more tests and she kept insisting she hadn't known what had happened that day and that she wanted to go home. Fyr didn't know if they believed her. She was just a number to them. A labrat. She had picked up the expression soon in the institute. The concept oozed from the walls like hundreds of previous occupants had left a print in the concrete. 
She couldn't be sure when nightfall was imminent. There was always someone present in the labs and there were no windows to tell her. But then her spirit returned.
"Hello again."
Fyr was totally awed by the happy voice of the spirit, like it was just taking a walk on a sunfilled day in stead of freeing someone from a dangerous prison. She would never understand the spirits.
"Is there anyone with you?"
"Yes." she looked at the people outside working. Two of them. Both very busy and not really minding her.
"Ok, my rider is coming to help you. You'll need to create a diversion when I tell you though."
Create a diversion? What could she do? She was just a young girl trapped... oh yeah, she could start fires. She shook her head, maybe she had acted her part a bit too good. She realised the spirit had said his rider would help her. What would a rider look like?
A few moments later the spirit gave the go sign and she jumped up. The lab assistants didn't look. Fyr started bumping on the windows. One looked up. She opened her hands and set her bed on fire. Now they would have to get her out if they wanted her to stay alive. The two laborants ran towards her and one grabbed a fire extinguisher. But Fyr didn't concentrate on them. She concentrated on the third figure that had entered the building. A man. Wrapped up, his face covered so she couldn't see it but definitely a man. He grabbed a pipe and knocked down one of the laborants and then the other. Then he noticed the fire. 
The man pulled away the cloths covering his face. No third eyes, no strange colours or features, just a man.
"Can you put it out?" he yelled at her.
Fyr shook her head, she could only start fires.
"Uriath, I'll need a hand." he said and looked at the lock.
So it wasn't the rider but the spirit who possessed the power. Strange. But she couldn't carry a grown man. Maybe they would just let her go. The spirit wouldn't take a bad rider if it itself was so good. The lock jumped opened and the man opened the door. Fyr stepped out, followed by the smoke of her fire. For a moment the man stood still.
"Uriath didn't tell me you would be like this." he said.
"Like what?"
"That you could start fires. All he told me was that you could hear him."
"Is that special?"
"Yes."
"But the spirit told me he was normal. That there were lots of him around. I don't want to be special. I just want to be free, even if it means carrying people around." she started. She was a bit panicking, but she couldn't stop.
To her surprise the rider laughed.
Fyr immediately stopped. "What?"
"I think you misunderstood. Your so called spirit is my dragon Uriath and he told me about you. You were never supposed to carry people, you were supposed to be carried by a dragon."
"I was?"
"Yes."
"Hurry." Uriath suddenly said.
Both Fyr and the rider started running. The rider...
"S'ram." Uriath helped her.
S'ram led her through a maze of hallways and passages until finally they were outside. The night air was cold against her skin, but it had never felt better. Only a little away she saw the glowing eyes of Uriath, the spirit who had said he wouldn't fit in the small room she had been held prisoner in. In fact he couldn't have fit in 6 of the rooms together. The blue dragon really was big.
"Are they all this big?" she asked.
"Some are bigger, but they all start small. You'll see."
S'ram turned to Uriath, "Let's hurry. to Cy, Uriath!"

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