Ominous Odyssey (Overworld Chronicles Book 13)

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wind resistance. "We have to reach the rendezvous point. I don't think the Daskar will risk engaging Arturo's soldiers." His carpet shot forward.
    Elyssa and I opened up the throttles on our brooms and paced him. We could've gone faster, but neither of us were about to leave her father behind.
    Our brooms swept into the pass, a tight canyon with steep rocky walls and hazardous outcrops of rock. We dodged back and forth, diving and climbing to clear obstructions, steadily aiming higher.
    Snow swept into the crevice, pelting my face and making my nose run. The Daskar shot into the pass about a hundred yards behind us and gaining fast. Their bodies shifted side-to-side to avoid obstructions, their ethereal wings sparking where they touched the rocky walls. We burst through a blanket of snow at the lip of the canyon and emerged onto a steep slope on the other side of the mountain.
    Elyssa's broom lurched and stopped. With a shriek, she plummeted twenty feet and fell out of sight into dense snow.
    "Elyssa!" I whipped the broom around.
    Thomas turned and came to my side, sword drawn. "Where did she go?"
    I spotted the divot where she'd landed. "She's there. Something happened to her broom." We didn't have much time before the Daskar caught up so I dove to the ground and found Elyssa struggling to rise through seven feet of powder.
    "My broom won't turn back on," she called.
    I levitated lower and flung a strand of Murk at her. She caught it and I willed it to shorten, towing her up and out. The broom sagged lower, unable to support the extra weight.
    "Put her on my carpet," Thomas said.
    Elyssa shook her head. "That's a one-person carpet. It won't carry us both."
    A blanket of white covered the steep slope, broken only by black rock jutting out like broken teeth. In the distance, I saw the grassy blue plateau atop Mount Ulladon where Arturo would soon be expecting me.
    "Commander, get to the mountain." I channeled a flat barrier of Murk on the snow. "Elyssa, get on the sled."
    Elyssa dropped from the magical rope and onto my magical platform. "This isn't a sled."
    "It'll have to be." I landed the broom next to her and looked back up at Thomas. "Sir, go to the mountain. We'll be there soon."
    "Take care of my daughter." Thomas sheathed his sword. "I'll tell Arturo to expect you." He spun the carpet around and set off down the slope.
    Elyssa twisted the handle of her broom to fold the saddle and stirrups into compact form, then slung it over her shoulder. She took my broom and did the same. Folded up, neither broom was much larger than a broomstick.
    The first Daskar exploded out of the canyon, the gems on the back of his armor shimmering with energy. Apparently, they had flight suits similar to the one Issana had used last night. He rolled around and spotted us. "Down there!"
    Another dozen whisked into view. Blazing pinions spread wide to hold them aloft. The Daskar aimed their fists and orbs of ultraviolet energy gathered to strike.
    "That is so badass," I murmured.
    Elyssa wrapped her arms around my waist. "It's gonna be our asses if you don't go!"
    I snapped from my stupor and adjusted the shape of the Murk shield into the approximate size of a snowboard. With a shove from my foot we hit loose powder and gravity took over from there. Energy blasted the snow behind us, throwing huge white billows into the air. I leaned left to avoid rocks, but with so many, it was nearly impossible. My knees buckled to absorb the shocks. Elyssa grunted as we flew off a mound of snow and nearly plowed into a boulder.
    My concentration wavered as we gathered momentum. Holding a shield while moving this fast was a tremendous chore. Elyssa's grip on my waist tightened. Her feet shifted and we narrowly missed a jagged boulder. She guided the snowboard into a narrow gap between more rocks and we hit open air.
    I screamed as we plummeted all of ten feet to the snow below. The snowboard shimmered away to mist as my concentration broke, leaving nothing to

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