There you are, running far faster than is humanly possible down the street while you run away from huge flying insects with daggers for claws. Maybe you can just say that you're running away from Hornets? You are soon snapped out of your thoughts of keeping magic secret as one of the sharp claws of the flying insects embeds itself into your shoulder. If you were any weaker than you were, you're pretty certain that it would've cleaved your arm straight off.

Part 6