A tad of backstory to set up the scene. Isa Ansgar has just attacked Castle Elias, and when she couldn’t get her hands on Queen Elissabet or Lucan Brix, the wizards she came for, she decides she’ll take the Spirit Dragon from the battlefield instead. Magnus, who has a penchant for trouble, refused to listen to Kort and raced across the field to help defend the other dragons.
Isa Ansgar cast her hands wide and commanded her spell of razor wire to cover the dragonlet. Magnus yipped and screamed and thrashed against the witch’s bindings. Kort fired his bow once more, his target the middle of Isa’s back. The arrow missed its mark, but buried itself in the hide of Isa’s Silver dragon. “Magnus!” Kort bellowed and crashed to his knees.
VanZanz circled back, stretched out his wicked-looking hind claws and caught the netted dragonlet mid-air. He winged up on strong silver wings and soared off toward the last rays of sunlight setting on the Drahkos Mountains.
“Magnus! NO!” Mia shouted, racing past Kort, throwing out her violet aura as if she could somehow reach the helpless, bleating dragonlet. The desperation in her voice haunted Kort. Losing a dragon should never be Mia’s cross to bear, but he’d failed her, and allowed it to happen.
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