Ornithopter 4

Then Mishra flew over the camp once more and headed the craft westward into the deep desert.

The form of the ornithopter became a blur, then a speck on the horizon. Tocasia and Urza looked at each other.

"Perhaps one of the steering wires broke," offered Tocasia.

"Or the little fool wanted to see how far he could go,"

Urza grumbled, rushing for the rocky tor behind them to get a better view.

Urza had made it only halfway up the hill when the sound of wings cutting through the warm air heralded Mishra's return. The younger brother circled the camp twice and then landed just beyond the stockade gates. By the time Mishra had touched down Urza was waiting, his face as stern as stone.

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The Brother's War, Chapter 2