I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t there anymore. I was right here on the mountain that needed me, and I would focus and do whatever Burk asked of me, even if I needed to use my wielder magic, every ounce of it.
He was finishing the spell, as his tone softened with a last plea to be faithful to the mountain and never betray it. His head bowed and his hands came together in a final clasp. As silly and sometimes (well, most of the times) crazy as Burk was, when he performed a serious task, he shifted into the rational, balanced magician that I admired so much.
For a second, Burk went silent and I thought he was done, but he slowly separated his hands and his eyes burst open and he shouted one word: “Ventilan!”
At the sound of that word, the seeds shot to the sky in the shape of an ancient serpen
