"Protect the girl!" Silas roared, charging forward. But with a casual flick of a withered hand, the Lich sent Silas flying into a cedar tree, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs.
"Elora! Now!" Willow shouted, his face contorting with the effort of holding back the darkness. "The spark is in you! Use it!" "Protect the girl
The road to the was still long, and the Crones were still watching, but for the first time, the girl who was a kitchen maid felt like a queen. "He's coming for us," Elora whispered, her voice cracking
"He's coming for us," Elora whispered, her voice cracking. "I can feel him in the air." the earth to be a shield."
Elora closed her eyes. She didn't think of queens or prophecies. She thought of the kitchens—the warmth of the hearth, the smell of fresh bread, the feeling of safety she used to take for granted. She reached for that warmth and pushed it outward.
"Magic isn't a sword, Elora," Willow said, his eyes scanning the treeline. "You don't just swing it. You have to want the world to change. You have to command the air to be fire, the earth to be a shield."