Allie
The power blazed out of my veins as the flecks of poison raced toward us.
They bounced off the blue wall I erected in one breath, the wind twisting in front of me. It spanned the entire width of the main hall, keeping the breathing humans safe and the stone ones free to wreak havoc.
The crater didn’t once try to break my tendrils. Solkar’s Reach had truly decided to aid us.
Dozens of poisoned arrows hit the light, each sending shock waves down my arms.
“Amazing,” Ryker whispered in my mind. “You’re amazing.”
Mireya wasted no time rushing out the door and cleaving through the first attackers who dared cross her path. They instantly turned to ash, their masks thudding down into the mist.
More arrows hissed into the crypt.
My power blocked them–but they couldn’t fight the attackandthe mist creeping in at the same time.
The statues marched forward, spilling out of their resting place to defend their descendants.
The long-bearded fellow swept his staff through three masked attackers, vanishing them in one go. The mother who held her statue newborn to her chest dislodged the spiked wreath from her head and threw it against the masked troops, leaving only murky clouds of ash behind.
Vylkor and Geryll fought together in death like they had when they were alive. Vylkor used his one hand to defend the left, while Geryll blocked the attacks on the right.
But the mist and arrows kept coming. Slower, but still dangerous.
I stepped back as the fog invaded closer.
Instead of stepping away, Ryker came to my side, setting a steadying hand at the small of my back.
His power slid into my veins, cooling them down as the heat entered his own body.
“You need your strength,” I said.
“So do you,” he said, unflinching. “We’ll get through this together.”
The masked attackers tried to rush the entrance of the crypt.
The statues blocked their entry, turning them into nothing but soot. Three more arrows breached the dark cloud they left behind, piercing holes of pure air.
The mist drew closer.
Ryker gently pulled me back away from it, apprehension blazing through his veins.
One more arrow, shot right at me, just like at the wedding.
It halted in mid-air, the blue light fizzing against it.
Through the mayhem, I saw the lone masked figure still standing with a bow. He cocked another dripping arrow.
Mireya cut him down before he could send it flying.
The time had come.
“Wind above, wind below, hear my call,” I chanted. “Lift and twist, scatter far this poisoned mist.”
The blue light shimmered as the wall dissolved, turning into shiny shards against the mist and ash. Like stars in the night sky.
Then they bolted out the mangled door so fast, they dragged me along with them.
