Noor created a fire extinguisher using his imagination and began to put out the flames, cutting a path into the collapsing house as he dodged falling pieces of wood. But when he reached the source of the sound, he found no children.
He was baffled and spun around the small room until the flames licked at him and the smoke choked him. He coughed violently, then stumbled out of the house, his face black with soot. He saw Tulkas sitting on the ground, and the children were gathered around, playing with him as he played back.
Noor furrowed his brow and glared at him. "How did you get past me, grab the children, and return to your spot without me even seeing you?"
Tulkas was carrying a small Ghlizan girl on his shoulders. She was round-faced, as beautiful as the moon, with hair as black as coal cascading down her back. She looked at Noor with her yellow eyes and said, "Is this your friend, Uncle?"
