Greta Lovelace
The power of the waxing moon pulsed through me as I raised my wand, and a deep rumble echoed in the dark night sky. I gritted my teeth as I focused on the spell and felt the overwhelming force of my magic gathering, forming an electric blue orb of energy around me. I closed my eyes, and with a mighty surge, released the orb of power into the world.
When I opened my eyes again, Melina and I were transported to Warren Falls. We had landed on one of its cliffs, high up in the night sky. The air was so cold that it numbed my cheeks; the only light came from pinpricks below us, where torches blazed in the windows of distant villages. I took a deep breath and felt my heart swell with hope at being so close to Vladimir again. With urgency, I prayed silently that he could hear me-
