Hazel Range

	Hazel stretched out her arm. She didn’t think about it. She just concentrated on the water and called for Imperial gold.
	A stupid idea. The sword was much too far away, probably hundreds of feet underwater. But she felt a quick tug in her fingers, like a bite on a fishing line, and Jason’s blade flew out of the water and into her hand.
	"Here," she said, handing it over.
	Jason’s eyes widened. "How … That was like half a mile!"
	"I’ve been practicing," she said, though it wasn’t true.