"Fyraball!"
Julian opens his eyes and sees the haelion that was about to trample him… being shot by fire?
Its hooves slam down beside him instead of on his chest. Julian rolls to the opposite side, scrambling to get out of the way. He pushes himself up and reaches for his rifle at the same time. The moment his hands grip the weapon, he feels a tiny bit safer. A tiny bit.
What he sees next nearly gives him a heart attack.
Balls of fire, no bigger than his fist, are being hurled at the haelions by… Maeve?!
What the heck is going on?
What is she throwing at them?
Are those… balls of fire?
Julian doesn't understand anything. For someone so damn genius, his brain has officially stopped functioning.
Maeve, on the other hand, is running purely on adrenaline. She can't believe she's actually producing and firing fireballs.
Everything my teacher said is true! Magic is real! I'm living proof! And it can save lives! I didn't believe it! I still can't believe it!
