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words so that her voice reinforced her intent. She leaned the staff⬠"!s head
out and concentrated, seeing the long crystal⬠"!s shape in her thoughts.
⬠SFrom Spirit . . .⬠" she whispered, and a circle surrounded the crystal in
her mind⬠"!s eye. ⬠STo Fire . . .⬠" And she added a triangle within the
circle. ⬠SFor its light⬠"
⬠ and another inverted triangle appeared within the
first⬠ ⬠Sof life!⬠"
A final circle filled the inner space of the pattern, overlaying the
crystal⬠"!s image. Wynn held her focus, keeping the pattern alive in her mind.
A soft warmth spread upon her face.
The insides of her eyelids brightened slightly⬠ as if a candle had been lit
before them. Clinging to the mental pattern, Wynn turned her face aside.
⬠SWynn!⬠"
She snapped her eyes open at the rasping voice.
Only the barest light showed around her. Horror flooded Wynn at the sight of
Chane running toward her, his sword drawn⬠ and the pattern vanished from her
thoughts.
Light, like a noon sun, ignited before Wynn⬠"!s face.
Three sounds struck her ears amid sudden blindness⬠ a dog⬠"!s startled yelp,
a hiss rising to a wail, and Chane⬠"!s grating shout of agony. Everything
washed white, erasing Chane from Wynn⬠"!s sight.
And a last sound smothered the other three.
A shriek filled Wynn⬠"!s skull, riding on the searing light⬠"!s pain lancing
through her eyes. She felt herself hit the cobblestones.
That last sound had torn from her own throat.
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Ghassan il⬠"!Sänke heard a howl and followed the sound, half leaping and half
floating from rooftop to rooftop. When he reached the next street, Wynn stood
with a dark wolf between her and the tall black-robed figure.
A cloaked man was running toward her, gripping a sword. ⬠SWynn!⬠" he cried in
a rasping voice.
Then a glimmer rose in the long crystal of Wynn⬠"!s staff.
⬠SNo!⬠" Ghassan growled, and extended his hand in the air, aimed toward the
staff. Not one symbol or shape came quickly enough into his mind.
Yellow-white light erupted, turning night into instant day, and Ghassan
ducked, raising a sleeve before his eyes. He heard a hissing wail, a yelp, and
a rasping shout. Wynn⬠"!s shriek smothered all three.
Daylight winked out.
Caught half-blind between colored blotches over his sight and the sudden
return of darkness, Ghassan dropped quickly over the eave⬠"!s edge. But when
he landed upon the street, still blinking and squinting, the black-robed
figure was nowhere in sight, and neither was Wynn⬠"!s armed protector. Both
had fled in the crystal⬠"!s flash⬠ but not the wolf.
It shook its head, whimpering, and Ghassan ran to kneel where Wynn lay.
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Curled upon the cobblestones with her eyes shut, she shuddered in a growing
sweat with the staff still clutched in one hand. He jerked it from her grip,
but when he tried to touch her damp brow, the lanky wolf charged at him.
Ghassan slapped his robe⬠"!s skirt aside and spun away on his knees with the
staff in hand. The wolf hopped straight over Wynn⬠"!s quivering form to block
him from reaching her.
He raised a hand, symbols and shapes forming in his vision, and prepared to
cast the animal aside as easily as he lifted himself to the rooftops. The wolf
pulled up short, head low and jaws parted in a snarl, but it didn⬠"!t advance.
Ghassan paused and studied this aberrant animal.
It stood its ground, directly between him and Wynn, as if guarding her. And
the more he saw of it, the more it seemed too oddly formed. Wolves were not
found in his homeland, but its legs, ears, and snout seemed exaggerated, from
what little he knew of them. And its eyes . . . glittering crystal blue eyes .
. .
There was something familiar about this beast.
Ghassan had little time left if he were to free Wynn from the effects of a
failed attempt with the staff. He turned his gesture from the wolf to her,
closed his fingers tightly, and jerked his fist back.
Wynn⬠"!s curled form slid sharply across the cobblestones⬠ right into the
wolf⬠"!s legs. The animal toppled in surprise, tumbling over her. Wynn came to
a stop in front of Ghassan.
He pointed the staff⬠"!s crystal outward as the wolf thrashed to its feet. It
hopped aside, trying to get around, but Ghassan already had his free hand on
Wynn⬠"!s fevered brow.
He sank into her thoughts⬠ and erased the lingering trace of the patterned
shapes submerged in her mind.
Wynn went limp and still, moaning softly as she tried to roll over. Ghassan
already felt excessive heat fading from her forehead.
⬠SThe dog . . .⬠" she whispered weakly. ⬠SBring . . .⬠"
She fell unconscious, and the wolf ceased rumbling, staring at her as its ears
rose. Then it turned its eyes on Ghassan.
Its jowls curled, exposing teeth, as if warning him away from Wynn.
When he set the staff down, prepared to lift Wynn, the dog lunged at him and
snapped.
Ghassan froze as his brow wrinkled in impatience. Wynn needed more care, and
his first instinct was to just slap this animal aside⬠ or perhaps he should
kill it. Tonight had already been filled with enough nonsense.
Some form of nonsense always circled around Wynn.
But the wolf, or dog, puzzled him, as much for its sudden appearance as for
its strange form. And when the black-robed mage had come after Wynn, this wild
beast had tried to defend her.
He gripped the staff with his right hand, rose slowly to his feet, and swept
his left hand across his sight of the wolf. More symbols formed in his mind.
⬠SHalt,⬠" he murmured, reaching for the animal⬠"!s simple thoughts.
It stopped cold, as if bound where it stood.
Ghassan gestured in the air over Wynn, and her body rose off the street. When
she reached his waist, he cradled her in his arms, still gripping the sun
crystal⬠"!s staff.
The wolf went into a snarling frenzy.
⬠SSilence!⬠" Ghassan snapped, and reached deeper into the animal⬠"!s limited
mind.
Something in there slapped his mental intrusion aside, as surely as if it had
slapped his face. He nearly lost hold of Wynn.
The wolf lurched forward, one slow paw at a time, and Ghassan stared in
surprise.
A simple beast should not have resisted his command so easily, let alone
felt⬠ or responded⬠ when he entered its thoughts. He turned away, heading
down the road toward the guild. He had no time to deal with getting some
strange wolf onto the grounds, even if Wynn wanted it.
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The animal⬠"!s snarls intensified, and he paused, glancing over his shoulder.
It had not kept up, but it still made headway against his will.
Ghassan sighed. In a quick flash of symbols and a silent chant, he ripped the
command from the wolf⬠"!s mind.
It lunged forward and circled him.
Ghassan hissed back at it, hurrying on, and the wolf hopped aside before it
got caught by his boots.
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Chane lay on the far side of a leather shop, gritting his teeth in pain. Thin
trails of smoke rose from his charred face and hands. It took effort not to
whimper and betray his presence as he climbed to his feet and peered around
the shop⬠"!s side.
A tall sage with dusky skin and dark hair knelt beside Wynn⬠"!s curled form.
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