Mirana seized one of the men holding her. "Is her child in there?"
"If a child is in there, may the Makers bless it. That house is too far gone."
Darstan grimaced when he heard the noise—a child's cry! "We need to get in there."
Mirana jabbed her staff on the ground, all the while staring at the flames growing taller and stronger with each breath. Her other arm rested lightly on the woman's shoulder. "He is under the care of the Makers now."
"No! He's still alive. I can hear him crying,” the woman said and tried yanking away from Mirana’s grip.
Within heartbeats, everyone within range fell silent, even the wailing mother, but no one dared do a thing—the fire raged.
Darstan shook his head vigorously. The call of the child would not go away. "I'm going in," he said, and removed his shi
