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In the courtyard, Lightningbolt wrapped each of the people in his mind, working the words of his folding spell about them as they ran through the wake left by Eaglewing. Magic fire trailed along the ground on every side of the knot of frenzied villagers. Lightningbolt could feel their fear as they ran, frightened of the fire and terrified of the swarming fury of blades that charged from every direction.
The wizard sent a bolt of electricity forward, spiraling it through the plaza. The fortress blurred as he and the villagers were swept into his folding spell. The bolt of lightning pulled them forward and soon they were through the gatehouse, down the road. The trees swept by, following the path created in Lightningboltâs mind.
The hair stood on Eaglewingâs neck as the rush of Lightningboltâs spell swept through the gatehouse. Thunder followed in the wake of the folding spell, shaking the ancient foundation of the tower. Ogres that had just gained the gatehouse stumbled over each other, stunned by the noise. Eaglewing fought them back, sending them tumbling into the others rushing up behind them. He ran to the top of the wall.
Half-wild dragons snapped and grumbled at their would-be jockeys as the novice riders tried to prepare a chase. Eaglewing sliced through one rider, then dodged the ungrateful snap from the dragon. Eaglewing used his mind to call out to the beast, promising her freedom if she would fly him from there. The dragon called to the rest of her horde and flapped her leathery wings as Eaglewing scrambled onto her back. In three wing beats, the desperate shots of archers fell short of their target, and a rampage of seven dragons flew from the wall in a triangular wedge.
Brother, where are you? asked Lightningbolt.
Iâll be at southern cliffs of Hasa soon. How is Mayflure? How are the others?
Good and good. We are in the village of Anasatin .
âLetâs play that I flew the dragon to you.â Jeremy ran through the dense trails on the left side of the pond, Daniel at his side. He came to the village quickly.
âLetâs say that the Midnight Wizard met us here when you landed.â
âOkay, but Iâm kneeling next to Mayflure. Sheâs barely conscious.â
âEaglewing,â the old wizard said, bowing his head. He knelt next to Mayflure, extending his hands.
âMidnight, will she be all right?â
For a long moment, the old wizard did not answer. When his eyes focused, he spoke. âI will take her back with me using the cloth. She has some broken bones, sheâs half starved, but sheâll be all right.â His smile was not reassuring. Eaglewing clasped her hand. The old wizard glanced from him to his brother. âWhat did the two of you find?â
âI think they were trying to raise the eight demons to open the portal; Danâkirâs curse.â
The old wizard scratched his chin, coaxing at the scraggly white beard that grew there. âNot even Kronshar himself could control that portal. He knows that. I think they sought merely to raise one of the demons to discover the whereabouts of the Stones. If they were to open the portal, they would need more than four selurks.â
âDo the Elders still doubt that he is after the Stones?â
The wizard scratched his beard and eyed the warrior. âThe Elders are angry. Best you stay away from Hradâdin for a while.â
âWe did what was right,â Eaglewing said.
âIt is a fine line you walk between doing what is right and treason. Be careful.â
âBut we rescued these people, and Mayflure.â
The old wizard said nothing for a moment. âWe need to find the Stones. Take my dragon, go to the library of Tarakyn. Try to determine where the remaining Stones are. Iâm afraid weâre already out of time. Iâll speak to the Elders for you.â
Eaglewing stared at Mayflure, trying to hold her eyes, but they remained
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