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was purple with rage. “She brought it on herself, fool girl.” He glared at Aaric, who was standing alone and unprotected. I felt another surge of magic, and tried to warn Aaric, but I knew I was too late.
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Aaric
A aric unsheathed his sword. He knew it was futile. Even if by some miracle he managed to take down Oisin, there was the rest of the clan to consider. He’d never make it out alive.
The chief brought his hands up again. Fire exploded from his fingertips. Aaric brought his blade up to defend, but then Bran leapt to stand in front of him, facing Oisin, using his own magic to repel the attack. Aaric stared, dumbfounded. Bran just defended him against his own father?
“How dare you defy your chief?” Oisin shouted.
Bran’s face matched his father’s in fury. “Why didn’t you tell me your plans for Grace? How could you do this?”
“How could you betray the clan?” Oisin asked. His eyes were red-rimmed and tears built on his lashes. “You were loyal!”
“Get the horses, Aaric.” Bran’s voice was quiet and devoid of emotion. He watched his father warily.
Aaric looked over at Adaryn who lay on the ground, her eyes still closed. Her father knelt beside her. He looked up at Aaric and nodded. “She’ll pull through.”
Aaric bolted toward the horses. A blast of energy hit the ground behind him, showering rocks and dirt everywhere. Bran shouted at his father, and retaliated with magic of his own.
Aaric frantically untied Star and another horse from their pickets, and for a wonder none of the nomads tried to stop him. They all stood frozen, shocked at the display that unfolded before their eyes. Aaric looked back toward the two warring nomads locked in combat.
Oisin hurtled a huge ball of fire at Bran. The younger man dodged it, and the ground rumbled and shifted, causing Oisin to stumble. The chief quickly regained his footing. Face contorted with rage, he brought his hands up and a white light streaked from his hands. Bran ducked, missing it by a hairsbreadth. He looked up at Oisin. “You can’t kill Grace,” he shouted. They continued dodging the magic and counterattacking. The sky jewel flashed white as Oisin threw his magic into the earth. Rock erupted under Bran, causing him to fall. A flying stone hit him on the side of his head, and he went down.
Aaric’s breath caught in his throat. He realized then that despite their differences, he considered Bran a friend.
Oisin summoned a shimmering blue-white blade, and advanced. Bran pushed himself up on his hands and knees, shaking his head groggily.
“You are no son of mine,” Oisin panted. “You’re a traitor, just like that foolish Adaryn. You will both die today.” He stood over his son, oblivious to Kenroc who now stood protectively over his daughter.
“The sky jewel!” Aaric bellowed. “Take, it Bran!”
Bran rolled away from Oisin, narrowly missing the blade that flashed downward, pushing himself up to a crouch. A fierce wind whipped up, swirling dust and leaves in its sudden flurry. Magic crackled around Bran and a bolt of lightning flashed down from the sky, slamming into the sky jewel.
Oisin screamed, clutching at his chest. He fell to the ground and lay still.
“Father!” Bran dropped to his knees, scrambling through the dry leaves and grass to the fallen nomad. He cradled his father’s head in his lap. “No . . . no!”
Silence hung over the camp like a shroud. No one moved.
“Father . . .” Bran’s body was still crouched protectively over his father, his voice thick with grief.
Aaric walked up him, leading Star by the reins. “We need to go, Bran,” he said quietly. “Miss Grace is in danger.”
Bran didn’t answer.
“There’s no time, Bran. She’s going to die.”
Bran finally nodded. He laid his father down, carefully retrieving the sky jewel. He shoved it in his pocket and stood, snatching Star’s reins from Aaric. “I ride to Ruis, then.” Tears streaked his cheeks, but his face was
21
Aaric
A aric unsheathed his sword. He knew it was futile. Even if by some miracle he managed to take down Oisin, there was the rest of the clan to consider. He’d never make it out alive.
The chief brought his hands up again. Fire exploded from his fingertips. Aaric brought his blade up to defend, but then Bran leapt to stand in front of him, facing Oisin, using his own magic to repel the attack. Aaric stared, dumbfounded. Bran just defended him against his own father?
“How dare you defy your chief?” Oisin shouted.
Bran’s face matched his father’s in fury. “Why didn’t you tell me your plans for Grace? How could you do this?”
“How could you betray the clan?” Oisin asked. His eyes were red-rimmed and tears built on his lashes. “You were loyal!”
“Get the horses, Aaric.” Bran’s voice was quiet and devoid of emotion. He watched his father warily.
Aaric looked over at Adaryn who lay on the ground, her eyes still closed. Her father knelt beside her. He looked up at Aaric and nodded. “She’ll pull through.”
Aaric bolted toward the horses. A blast of energy hit the ground behind him, showering rocks and dirt everywhere. Bran shouted at his father, and retaliated with magic of his own.
Aaric frantically untied Star and another horse from their pickets, and for a wonder none of the nomads tried to stop him. They all stood frozen, shocked at the display that unfolded before their eyes. Aaric looked back toward the two warring nomads locked in combat.
Oisin hurtled a huge ball of fire at Bran. The younger man dodged it, and the ground rumbled and shifted, causing Oisin to stumble. The chief quickly regained his footing. Face contorted with rage, he brought his hands up and a white light streaked from his hands. Bran ducked, missing it by a hairsbreadth. He looked up at Oisin. “You can’t kill Grace,” he shouted. They continued dodging the magic and counterattacking. The sky jewel flashed white as Oisin threw his magic into the earth. Rock erupted under Bran, causing him to fall. A flying stone hit him on the side of his head, and he went down.
Aaric’s breath caught in his throat. He realized then that despite their differences, he considered Bran a friend.
Oisin summoned a shimmering blue-white blade, and advanced. Bran pushed himself up on his hands and knees, shaking his head groggily.
“You are no son of mine,” Oisin panted. “You’re a traitor, just like that foolish Adaryn. You will both die today.” He stood over his son, oblivious to Kenroc who now stood protectively over his daughter.
“The sky jewel!” Aaric bellowed. “Take, it Bran!”
Bran rolled away from Oisin, narrowly missing the blade that flashed downward, pushing himself up to a crouch. A fierce wind whipped up, swirling dust and leaves in its sudden flurry. Magic crackled around Bran and a bolt of lightning flashed down from the sky, slamming into the sky jewel.
Oisin screamed, clutching at his chest. He fell to the ground and lay still.
“Father!” Bran dropped to his knees, scrambling through the dry leaves and grass to the fallen nomad. He cradled his father’s head in his lap. “No . . . no!”
Silence hung over the camp like a shroud. No one moved.
“Father . . .” Bran’s body was still crouched protectively over his father, his voice thick with grief.
Aaric walked up him, leading Star by the reins. “We need to go, Bran,” he said quietly. “Miss Grace is in danger.”
Bran didn’t answer.
“There’s no time, Bran. She’s going to die.”
Bran finally nodded. He laid his father down, carefully retrieving the sky jewel. He shoved it in his pocket and stood, snatching Star’s reins from Aaric. “I ride to Ruis, then.” Tears streaked his cheeks, but his face was
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