Chapter 10.
The students all ran at us, baring knives and swords. Waving wands and throwing spells.
“Stay together!” Nyeer cried, pulling me back a little. “We fight back-to-back and we get over to that portal!”
I cried out as a boy I didn’t know ran at me, swinging his sword and waving it above his head.
I lifted my knife to block him and push him back. My arm vibrated with the impact and the clang of metal on metal rang out in the air.
I could smell the fear at that first point of contact.
No one in my school had ever fought a real Fae, nor had they brandished a real sword for battle.
Not when their lives were on the line.
But they were, and they would.
People were going to die here today.
I felt the magic build up in me. A defensive magic, fueled by my fear. For my fellow stud
