Chapter 120: Jeremy San Rafael — 1876 Magic!

  Ryan watches as the past rolls on. It is twilight. Jeremy has finished his eight hours of practice and is out walking through golden fields. Smoke weaves the smell of burning wood and sugar through the air. At the end of the field is a tall man, his shadow stretches over the earth, longer than the eucalyptus. His arms are muscular, hard and strong as iron. He would have looked like a bronze god, but for his feet, which are curved inward like a crab’s. Behind him looms an enormous wheelchair of dark metal. The man juggles fire, throwing sparks of red and gold into the sky like rising stars. The man beckons to Jeremy. When Jeremy is close, he reaches out and touches Jeremy’s cheek. Jeremy feels current hot and white ignite his heart. The juggler raises his hands skyward and electricity springs from his fingertips.