Lyra
“Okay, now project it out. Away from your body. As far as you can.”
I grit my teeth and try. But it’s hard. When we practiced healing spells, I found it easy to access the moon’s energy. It felt like opening my hand and letting water spill through my fingers. Now it’s like trying to drink from an almost empty cup. I’m getting nothing.
“It’s okay,” Milo says. He can see that I’m struggling. “It’s daytime. It was always going to be harder during the day.”
“It shouldn’t be this hard. Are we going to attack them at night?”
“If we have the choice, we will,” Milo says.
I hear what he’s not saying. We might not have the choice to attack them at night, because they might attack us first. We might be on the defense.
That’s a terrifying thought.
But all I can do in response to it is to
