Mila led the others down the hill, her pace quickening until they reached the edge of the terrified crowds. As the rats spread out from the main tent, people tried to flee but the Warlord’s soldiers blocked the perimeter, keeping the masses within the camp. Sounds of screams and shouts filled the air as parents gathered children into their arms, climbing where they could to get away from the rats but the relentless horde infiltrated even the furthest corners.
A river of rodents flowed up the hill toward them. There was no time to go around.
Mila heard the metal slide of Finn drawing his sword, the whoosh of Perry’s flame. She reached out to the sense of water around her, pulling it from barrels and troughs nearby, curling it into spinning whips of shining droplets. They strode through th
