Ondror's Magic

Lirle took to the air, her attention on the direction where the sound came from. Her whole body trembled.

"You're frightened. What is it?" I asked, fighting my own nerves.

Lirle's eyes bore into mine and her terror shone brightly as she said: We're too late. The Ondror's magic is upon us. Listen carefully. A dragon's magic comes from the soul. Our greatest weapon is using the weaknesses of our enemy against them by showing them what they fear most.

She flew over to the stream before coming back to me and pointing with one claw.

Lirle asked: Do you see the soul magic coming?

I followed her gaze and squinted until I saw the blackness, traveling like a deadly mist through the trees, and heading right for us. "Can we outrun it?"

She shook her head and said: No. It's everywhere.

She spun in a circle and I followed her.

Lirle was right. It was coming from every direction, like we had a homing beacon on us.