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grunted for her to move.
    Tricia let go of the door to try and talk to her son, but he whirled around her and had his hands on the wheel before she could say anything. Tricia was getting ready to duck the blast she knew was coming when she saw him release a small golden ball from his hand. It ran around the wheel until it began to spin too fast to see.
    Tricia reached for her son, expecting a blast when the ball stopped and the door clicked open. She bent and rested her hands on her knees as she tried to slow down her panic and racing heart.
    Tricia had just straightened and passed through the door when it slammed shut behind her, the little gold ball of energy spinning in the opposite direction as it sealed the door again. She was going to ask Gibly about it when the ball flew from the door and within inches of her face before Tristan caught it in midair.
    Gibly nodded his head vigorously as he beamed.
    “Yes, yes! The boy is learning fast!” Gibly said.
    Tricia was stunned to see that Tristan had caught the speeding ball of energy and had begun weaving it between his fingers and palm like a magician.
    No five year old has that coordination, but especially not Tristan , Tricia thought, watching him walk down the hallway, twirling the ball without missing a step.
    Tricia’s mouth went dry and she quickly shuffled to Gibly.
    “What’s happening?” she whispered, her eyes trained on her small son.
    Gibly chuckled.
    “He’s finding the strands in the energy that he is familiar with and showing his prowess,” Gibly said. His eyes shone with excitement.
    Tricia looked confused.
    “Prowess? The explosions? Half the mountain gone behind us?” she asked.
    Gibly sniffed.
    “He pull the wrong strands. OK . . . OK, more than once! But, he’s learning! He will have it mastered in no time!” the cat said with a mischievous grin.
    Tricia smiled weakly and rubbed her aching back, unwilling to ruin Gibly’s enthusiasm by asking if Tristan would master it before or after killing them all up.
    Instead, she moved passed her son and walked ahead of him little as went toward another door in the distance. She was determined to get to this one first. She actually thought she’d make it until Tristan’s arm flew and she barely saw the blur from the corner of her eye before the golden ball hit the wheel and spun it wildly before the door opened. Before she could begin getting over how impressed she was, the ball flew back to Tristan and the little boy caught it in his hand with a sparkle of gold.
    “Good job! Tristan, you’re doing wonderful!” she said with a smile, proud of how well he was doing, though she really wished he’d let her check out the way ahead before he opened a door into something bad.
    Tricia was getting ready to go through the door first when white-hot pain shot through her back. She grunted as she slumped against the wall, holding her back and trying to will away the sharp pains.
    It hurt so bad that even Tristan’s little hand on her back caused her to flinch and moan in pain, but Tristan wouldn’t let go and within minutes Tricia felt a warmth permeate her back, erasing the pain completely. She turned and smiled down at her wonderful son.
    “Thank you, baby. Mommy really needed that,” she said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
    He stunned her by throwing himself into her arms and holding her tightly to him in a way he’d never done. Never.
    He isn’t fond of physical contact , she thought as the tears ran down her face, and she held him close, memorizing every second of a moment most mothers took for granted. 
    She felt like crying harder when Tristan let go of her, but was left breathless when his dark eyes met hers, and he didn’t look away. He held her gaze, his eyes shining with a light she’d never seen in them before, and he gave her a beautiful smile before taking her hand and pulling her down the hallway.
    Unwilling to give up even the feel of his small hand willingly holding her