Dragon Eyes
“Everyone, hold hands,” I say as we stand by the flag at the top of Beacon Hill. I sweep my wand over us. “Nos ad Kinsol.”
For a moment, we see the sky and feel the wind, then just as quickly we arrive at the Kinsol Trestle. Luckily, the train is not present because we land right on the bridge.
“Ah!” Sarah exclaims as we stagger to our feet. “Did you have to be so exact, Billy?”
“Sorry,” I answer, “but we can’t always land safely. You have to be ready for anything when magic is involved.”
“Sarah, can you sense them?” Azandra says, bringing us back to the task at hand.
“Let me see,” my sister says. She holds her arms aloft and twitches her fingers.
“Well?” our purple eyed girl says, her hands on her hips.
“Give me a minute.” Sarah turns around and closes her eyes. “Yes,
