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Black magic oozed from Birdie's fingertips as she stepped into the stables. “You have something I want, golden boy,” she said. She wiggled her fingers and her magic slithered through the air like a snake.
Max threw up a barrier of his own magic before it could reach him. Birdie's magic hissed and fizzled out. She glared and threw her magic at him. A gust of wind burst through the stables in a whoosh, but disappeared the moment it came in contact with his magic.
“Who are you?” asked Max. He studied her face as one of her gray eyes became translucent. Her magic exploded around her in a tornado. Hay flew up and hit him in the face. His magic faltered, but he caught it before it fizzled out. He couldn't see her anymore as her magic shielded her from head to toe. Then it shot out and snat
