Cecilia's POV The centaurs and evil witches were still marching passed us carrying those silver spears. Those spears could bond with a person's blood. If they made it to Mike and the others, I wouldn't be able to help anyone. I'd probably only be able to help a few dozen people before passing out or maybe even dying. The only option is to make sure those spears never make it to the battlefield. "Owen", I mindlinked him, "are there others carrying these special spears? What do the trees say?" He took a few minutes to respond. No doubt he was out on the battlefield getting people to the healers or trying to find out whether there was anymore movement elsewhere by the enemy. "It's just the ones I told you about, Cecilia!" He was screaming angrily. "Now are you going to do something abou

