"No!" It was the only word that came from me as I got between Ras and Galen.
The realization in my friend's golden eyes flashed too late. He could not do anything to stop his sword from swinging down.
And in me was nothing but the urge to raise my hand, as if it alone could block the blow and save Ras. Even I was doomed.
Until I wasn't. A blinding light flickered before my palms, exploding and spreading like a tiny sun. The light swallowed Galen's mighty flames, releasing a whoosh of wind that blew the dust and leaves on the street. The strangest thing most of all was that I did not look away from this brilliance when it was supposed to be searing and stinging my eyes. Right, this was my magic. It was beautiful, warm and embracing—like coming home after years of journey.
