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The steep, rocky hillside with its stumpy shrubs and stunted trees were aglow beneath a thick smog of smoke. The fink who followed Bee squeaked and squealed. Many of them surrounded her legs and tugged on her dress as though appealing to her mercy to stop the flames.
“Put out that fire!” Caius shouted at my grandfather.
“One moment, young dragon!” Sage snapped as his medallion glowed brightly beneath his cloak.
Sage raised both hands and water funnels slipped out of his palms. The funnels arched into the air and crashed down on the burning brush, wiping out the flames. Steam replaced the smoke and washed over us. Caius wrapped his arm around my waist and flapped his wings.
The wind cleared the air and we viewed the destruction. All the brush and trees were charred skeletons o
