CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEThe general broke through the water, gasping for air. His temporary joy at being able to breathe was quickly replaced with panic when he heard the princess scream just as burning pain erupted in his head.
“Unicorns, help! There’s a fire in my mind! She’s dying!” It was the only explanation he could come up with. Legends told him that when phoenixes died, they burst into all-consuming flames to rise from the ashes. He didn’t want the princess to die—and right now, it felt like the flames would consume him as well.
“Healing magic to the port side!” a unicorn shouted in her immortal, bone-shaking voice.
The unicorns must be taking him seriously if one of them was using her immortal voice. Suddenly, rays of silver magic flowed into the general, followed by a burst of var
