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Chapter Forty-One: Showtime
Elise didn’t have time to think; she didn’t have time to feel the terror that she could feel rearing up in the back of her mind, a terror completely unrelated to the monstrous be-tentacled beast that was rising from the waves off to her left. She had to focus. She had to act. Ellie grit her teeth and rushed across the now ominously tilting deck toward Jasper who met her half way. The little wizard placed a hand in the center of the troubadour’s chest, and said softly, “Fly my pretty!” Elise felt mana flow through her body, and knew that with a thought she could propel herself in any direction - even into the sky. Her feet left the planks, hovering for just a moment before she shot upward with a classic Peter Pan crow of delight. The sensation of flying was exhilarating; the rush of the
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