“What’s going on?!” I shouted.
“Ursa, plants have decided to cover two tents, including yours. A third tent is surrounded by crystals. And a fourth is surrounded by a wall of mud, which wouldn’t be so bad, but there are silver spikes coming from the mud.” Dillon reported from very close to the tent.
He must have been trying to free us. These vines were magical and probably much stronger than the plants back home. I wasn’t prepared for magic plants.
“Thank the goddess we put the fire out last night.” I sighed.
“That’s not the scariest part. We’re in the center of, what looks like, a tornado. It’s made of the ribbons of magic that were in the air.” He told me.
I put my hand on the vines. They felt like a pile of snakes. Whatever animals my animal magic might have called were probabl
