The beast turned to my direction.
There was no need to run, it will surely catch up with me.
An idea struck me,
I remembered prince Fyren and Ustra's fight.
And my experience with the seven cracked-winged creature,
probably that would save me again.
I imitated prince Fyren,
I placed my wrists closer to each other and I drew out a continuous circle in the air. I swayed my hands in different direction.
Then a very bright white light radiated from my hands and lightened the whole place.
A force started directing my hands to make signs, I didn't even know.
"what am I doing?," I screamed in my head.
I glanced at Ustra to be sure she was still unconscious, she was.
The beast stopped moving forward as a long, sharp sword emernated from my hand and slit the monster's neck.
The radiating light went down.
I just stood numb, I didn't know what to do or say.
it felt like I was dreaming,
