Lance Fire 1

A large cloud of dust, debris and steam covered much of the view, but Camus had somehow found me because the old elf was just a few feet away—swirling gales coiling around his arms.

Wordlessly, the wind conjurer pushed, sending me hurdling backward with the full blast of his wind.

Straight into Hester.

The elder was waiting for me on the other side with a fully formed globe of blue flames ready to fire.

With barely enough time to twist my body in the air to defend against the attack, I faced the full brunt of the sapphire flames.

KATHYLN GLAYDER

Hester Flamesworth had been serving the Glayder family for over two decades, and while I’d always respected her magical prowess, it was because of her talents that she had the tendency to be a bit prideful. So when I saw Arthur’s form being consumed by the very blue flames that had set her apart from all the other fire-attribute conjurers of Sapin, I knew that she saw Arthur as a person she had to beat at all costs.

My hand unconsciously reached toward Arthur. No more than a few seconds could’ve passed when the blue flames began swirling. At first I thought it was Hester’s doing but when the cone of fire split with Arthur intact—aside from the few burnt ends of his long hair—I knew that he had had somehow dispersed the flames on his own.

Arthur let out a cough before speaking. “That was a close one.”

My guardian’s eyes widened just a little before feigning composure. “Impressive, General Arthur, but it seems like you’re taking us a little too lightly.”