Reuben runs into the grove, his frantic, paniked actions desterbing the peace that had finally began to return to the place after the demons had been stopped. He pushed his way past the volunteers clutching his stomach, his eyes wide with fear.
"RILLA!? GIZMO!? KAY-EN?! FERREK!?"
He fell to his knees, his arms wrapping tighter around himself, until he retched. Nothing came out. He retched again, his eyes squeezed shut, tears pouring down his face. He stopped. Looked down at himself, the pain gone. Then, in an instant, it was back. This time, as he retched, fire poured from his mouth. Burning and blistering his lips and tongue, singing the grass of the grove. Reuben hunched over, hugging himself, face first on the ground, the grass around him black and burnt.
