The Failsafe Prophecies
other part… I don’t know.”
    “Okay we’re losing
a lot of time
here.” Ivin’s tone grew serious. “The magic suspending her was cast
dark, but it’s earth magic. I can reverse that easily. The sleep
factor, I’m not so sure about.”
    She moved her hands above Blu’s body
and stopped at the rose.
    “Bala, I’m not picking up any life
force from that rose.”
    Kane watched as that fear in Bala’s
eyes grew darker. He ran his hand down her back in a show of
comfort and support.
    “Let’s just get her out of here.” Bala
insisted.
    Ivin went back to her magic. “Kane,
when I release her, you need to catch her, so be ready.”
    He took a step closer and hoped he was
ready.
    A moment later the princess’s body
fell into his arms. He quickly countered his own balance to adjust
for the added weight.
    “Not to be a total spoil sport, but
what of this lot?” He gestured with his head towards the sleeping
security force.
    “There will be a containment crew on
their way. Let’s get out of here.” Ivin led the way back to the
grand staircase. “The rest is up to the guys and Hayden. Gods be
with them.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Luxe turned a 360, taking
in the land of fantasy where they stood. Fairy tale music played
from the carousel directly before them. There were people everywhere amidst the
sound of laughter and the smell of popcorn and sweets. Shops lined
either side of them, and a princess meet and greet was set up
between a snack stand and a shop. Pressed concrete was beneath
their feet and the castle rose up from behind them.
    From what he could see, there was no
less than twenty of the roahn-ami scattered around the area, some
on the tops of buildings, a few slithering in and out amongst the
tourists, some levitating just above the crowd.
    Their own number was merely eight,
even if he included Kane, Bala, and Ivin. They were very definitely
outnumbered.
    “What are we to do with these
creatures?” Rigo questioned Wraithe as they stood side by side with
Luxe, Hayden, and Thornton.
    “We can’t start anything. We don’t
have the numbers and there’s too much risk here.” Wraithe spoke
calm and firm.
    “I never should have allowed Bala to
come here.” Luxe spoke in self-directed anger for putting his great
love in such danger, only to have Rigo laugh harshly in
response.
    Luxe stared holes in him.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that
not a joke? Were you seriously under the impression that stopping her was
something you were able to do?” Rigo slapped him on the
shoulder.
    Luxe respected Rigo, but in this
moment, he’d have been just as happy to run him through.
    “She’s the only one that hasn’t been
attacked. If Ivin is right, that’s because of the protection of
Elethiya. None of us should have allowed her here.” He stood his
ground, realizing now what a deadly mistake they may have
made.
    “Luxe, take it down a notch.” Thornton
commanded casually. “For all we know, these things could be after
Wraithe. No one remembers the last time he left Elethiya and he’s
every bit as much a part of the prophecies as you and Bala
are.”
    Luxe took another view around. A
roahn-ami hissed at him from its position atop a bright green vine
made of plaster that looked to be ripping through the little shop
beside them.
    “And we’ve served all three of us
right up to them! I’m going after Bala.”
    He turned to storm the castle,
literally, but then he saw Bala emerge directly behind Kane, who
was carrying a still unconscious Blu.
    “Thank god.” He was relieved to see
her, but he wanted her out of there, now.
    The five met up with Bala, Kane, and
Ivin beneath the castle. They were already drawing a crowd.
Tourists oooohing and ahhhhhing over the gowns the women wore, a
few whispering about show times, and worst of all, phones capturing
images.
    Luxe took Bala’s hand and squeezed.
Her smile back forced him to take a breath and trust that this was
all going exactly as they planned. Getting Blu was the

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