CHAPTER FIFTY
The last challenge of the last day of the Enchatos week.
The judges stand at the perimeter line.
Kaj walks into the center of the Field. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen! What a week this has been! I do believe this has been the most intense Spells week in many, many years, don’t all of you?” He cups his hand around his ear, listening to the crowd roar. “Well, without further wait, let’s have our last participants take the Field.” He puts out a hand to his right as the bell chimes out.
Hafsa and Fia walk onto the Field, alone, and stand a few shoulder lengths apart.
Sarah and Peter look at each other, and Peter mumbles. “I wonder who will win. Both of them were fierce in their previous challenges.” He glances at her, glad she’s feigning disinterest.
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