A cannonball?
Child’s play.
Time released, and I reached out with the magic and touched the cannonball.
It was lead.
It would not be influenced directly.
Gathering the air—not even realizing I was mimicking my magic with my hands—I slammed it into the lead ball and knocked it out into the fields far beyond us to the right.
I quickly switched directions and slammed the same air into the other one, hurling it in the opposite direction.
There were more explosions from the stronghold, and I wouldn’t be able to keep batting the shots away.
“Shield, Kimber!” Rilen yelled as he rode back toward the soldiers, trying to get them back on the dirt.
“Shield the road.” Aiko nodded.
The wordsI can’twere on the tip of my tongue, and I stopped them.
I could.
Ihadto.
Shoving my power into the earth below us, I reached and heaved the magic up out of the earth. I dropped all my shields and just let everything S’Kir had to give me flow up and out of my fingertips.
The colors of all the magic danced and blended, they stiffened and flex and formed a dome overhead. The blended white spun into pillars at each corner of the dome, and I pulled the leading edge of the shield to the ground in front of me.
The magic leapt up and held the shield in place.
The cannonshot bounced right off.
Carefully, I withdrew my power, and the magic stayed there, hovering.
“Mistress…”
I turned toward the twinned voices and found Rilen and Roran astride their horses, staring at me. Complete shock and awe written on their faces, they took the next moment to stare up at the magic dome I had created.
“Holy Mother of Sacred S’Kir,” Roran breathed.
“It’s staying,” Rilen whispered.
They glanced back at me.
I smirked. “I am the Breaker, after all. And now, I have my full measure of magic.” I wiggled my fingers, and the sparks danced from fingertip to fingertip.
“Sareesa,” Rilen called behind him, “make sure the soldiers stay on the road, under the shield.”
“I’m not sure where the shield ends,” Sareesa answered.
“Let me try,” Roran said, “since Kimber linked us to the magic as well.”
Wiggling his fingertips at the dome—he and Rilen could clearly see it—a small roil of fog, a misty waterfall, appeared, clearly showing the edge of the protection.
“Amazing,” Rilen whispered.
I looked at them and gave a grin. “Let’s go get Dorian back, shall we? Aiko, you’re with us.”
