Maurice Fletcher
Zuriel gave Rainhaven—a Ringer that is way stronger than us, a little bit of schooling. Now, he just looks forward while we're flying.
"Sorry," he says. "I didn't know. I guess I've been fooled by them." There's a terrifying growl in his voice.
"By who?" Zuriel asks.
Rainhaven summons his bow. This time, the bow he's holding is made out of white wood that gives out sparkles as the wind blows against it. Light particles appear from the thin air and gather on her bow forming a light arrow.
Argh! It's too bright! Even if we are flying, I can feel the rumbling of the cloud way beneath us. The rumbling can be felt through the air. Are those birds? Yup, they are. They are flying away from us, scared of the power that Rainhaven is amassing.
The light is the brightest from the tip of the light arrow. I'm forgetting that it is in the middle of the night because of this brightness.