Alvia pulled Miri onto a balcony overlooking the gardens. Elves and dragons were fighting below and the sound of the fighting was the only thing they could hear.
Alvia climbed onto a waterspout and began pulling herself up.
“Slow down!” Miri cried. She looked at the pipe, and then she looked down.
“We can’t slow down,” Alvia said. She was covered in a protective purple glow, and Pepper clung to her back. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would have been trapped in the collapse back there.”
Miri didn’t want to think about the northern wing of the Hall. They’d escaped just before it exploded and crumbled, sending hundreds of soldiers down with it.
She knew one thing: they were having too many close calls. If she didn’t stick with Alvia, there was no way she would survive.
“I’m coming!” Mi
