Byron's point of view
The black, smokey clouds hung low over Silver Angel Glades. Every now and again a spark of magic would crackle in the wind. Some ignited into flames. Setting rooftops and open fields on fire. No matter what Kayla’s father did, the barrier weakened with every blow it took.
The street of the town was chaotic with every scrambling and trying to get cover as Kayla’s father ordered. The wizards, sorcerers, knights and any form of a fighter were called out to the front lines to protect the town.
When all Byron wanted to do was fight, he was ordered to look after the women and children. He felt as if he was hiding. Not something he was used to.
He felt naked without his firearm. Hopeless, knowing there was nothing he could do to join the fight. Not knowing where Kayla a
