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Under the blackened sky, the dragon had raised up fifty feet in the air. Its eyes glowed with a blood red fury. Orla knew it was conjuring a tidal wave. Mori and Roy had reached her, and Lorcan approached from behind. Orla turned toward them, yelling, “Get back, get back, give me some space!” She looked at the dragon, concentrated, raised her arms, and her eyes once again went blank.
Mountains of water rushed in toward the shore, enough to swallow the entire island. Orla chanted her spells. In opposition to the dragon’s rough seas, she was as calm as still water. She didn’t rush, didn’t panic. Lorcan stood right behind her, flanked by Mori and Roy. If they were to die on this island, they’d die together, fighting as one. As Orla chanted, the sand moved. They could feel the ground grum
