Page 70 of Heiress of Fire

Davina’s lavender dress ruffled against her kicking feet and before he knew it, she already had large wings of fire carrying her through the air.

EIGHTEEN

Slowly landing on Basalt Island, Davina observed the chaos that unfolded among the earthy islanders. Her eyes traveled across the looming heavy clouds that had black slithers of smoke traveling in and out of what seemed to be the base of the storm. Different ratioed cackles rang through the air as the mists of ink spilled around the entire island. Her hair flared up whenever the figures of smoke zoomed by.

Hot gusts of wind rushed between her hair strands and fingers as thunder boomed above the island.

Davina eyed the slithers of darkness, which seemed to have a mind of their own. Dozens of fearful Basalans had been running in the opposite direction of the storm. The Basalans let out shrieks of terror and darted glances as they searched to escape from their homeland. Some of them bumped into Davina while they tried to rush to safety.

Raven had attacked Basalt enough already, Davina was going to end this war today. She recalled what Ron had said about Basalt being the most attacked, and it was true, that Basalt had to be the weakest island out of them all. Something itched at Davina’s brain that there was something more.

Davina despised how Basalt, the most beautiful of all the islands, was being replaced by decay and ash. It was as if Raven was going to each beautiful spot of Basalt to put an end to beauty and start a reign of destruction.

“I almost had another accident at work because of her.”

She found Beacon beside her, staring at the dark clouds ahead. Shadows continued to swoosh past them, while more shadows seemed to fly closer to the storm. His hair had also become messy.

Beacon’s eyes darkened.

“What’s wrong?” Davina asked.

“She’s here,” Beacon said.

The young Captain followed his gaze toward the cyclone of darkness, and not too far from it, Davina was able to find her below the dark horizon dancing and twirling above a shattered roof. Raven was enjoying this. She took pleasure out of the destruction and sorrow she was causing.

Davina’s armor screeched as it immediately began to cover her figure while her lip quivered with rage.

“Let’s get this over with,” Davina muttered, eyes set on the villainess.

“Wait,” Beacon said. “We need a plan. We can’t just rush into battle without having a strategy.”

Beacon and Davina stood in the middle of the running mobs of Basalans.

Magnar, help me.

“Call all the Soldiers and Apprentices. Apprentices stay on the ground while Soldiers work their way up; the Protectors to the very top. Ask the Leaders to stay in Castellum and guard the people that search for refuge,” Davina commanded.

“What about you?”

“I’ll wait a few minutes, help the people get out of here. If you’re not back in five minutes, I’ll go in alone to distract her while you guys arrive.” Davina turned to him. “Understood?”

Hopefully, Ron kept true to his word and would fight with them in the battle.

“Understood.” He nodded curtly. “Davina,” he said.

“Yes?”

“Please be careful,” Beacon noted.

“Don’t worry about me.” She smiled.

Beacon pursed his lips, his brown and gray armor shined under the darkness. His hands faced the floor before he shot high into the dark sky.

As Beacon flew away, a little boy fell to his knees, but the boy’s Basalan neighbors continued to rush past him as he tried to help himself to his feet. Davina shook her head with indignation before swiftly running to his side, holding out her hand for him. His eyes shimmered as he looked at her, a deep frown painted over his face. She sent him a gentle smile to reassure him that she was there to help.

Hesitantly, he took her hand. “Hurry and head over to Castellum. You’ll be safe there.”

The young boy nodded with fear-stricken eyes and ran toward the Bridge of Basalt along with the others on his island. The Basalans looked like little ants running out of their colonies.

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