They reached the sword and Roxanne released Keriya, giving her space to work. Keriya stared at Sethildras. Its blade was captured in the ice and its hilt glinted tantalizingly in the sun.
“Kraken said something about watermagic,” she said. “Watermagic can undo it.”
“That narrows the field,” Fletcher said in a determinedly upbeat voice.
“Why don’t you try something, Keriya?” Max suggested.
Keriya hadn’t the faintest idea what she could do. She wasn’t a water wielder. She’d never learned to swim, and she was growing increasingly dubious of the ocean. Every time she touched the Waters of Chardon, she drowned. To humor Max, she bent at her waist, grasped the handle, and pulled.
Nothing happened, as she had feared—and expected.
Something hot and irrational flashed through her. She straigh
