Page 59 of Summertime Hexy
And I know,beforethe magic returns to her, she’s already made the decision.
This ends now.
She steps forward into the storm.
Hair whipping around her like a banner. Her voice lifts—strong, bright, cutting through the chaos like a blade.
“YOU DON’T GET TO TAKE ANYTHING ELSE FROM ME!”
The tear crackles.
She lifts her wand, glowing now, humming with energy I canfeelfrom where I’m lying. Like a tether pulled taut between her and the ley lines themselves.
She starts casting—not soft, not controlled.
Feral.
Like fire meeting storm.
Runes fly from her mouth in a language older than camp, older than this forest, older thanme.Sigils burst from her wand in gold and blue and violet.
The veil shrieks.
She doesn’t flinch.
She steps closer.
A surge of energy rushes forward from the tear—but sheabsorbsit, magic crackling through her like lightning caught in human form.
Her spell reaches its peak—a crescendo of power—and sheslamsit forward.
The ground splits.
The airtears.
And the riftscreams.
One final cry.
Suddenly, it collapses.
The energy implodes on itself with a low, deafeningboom, then vanishes like breath pulled from lungs.
Silence.
Real, total silence.
Hazel drops to her knees, wand falling from her hand, chest heaving like she just held the sky open with her bare hands.
I try to move.
Pain streaks through me like fireworks.
She turns, crawls to me.
Her hands are on my face again.
“Don’t youdaredie.”
