Asher hovered in the air, the wind tugging at his silver hair as he watched the forest below go up in flames.
Fire spread quickly, consuming trees and wooden treehouses, its glow lighting up the night. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, leaving the once-clear horizon dark and heavy.
He wanted to help and had even gone out of his way to offer his assistance.
It would be really easy for him to save them. His hands tightened into fists as he wrestled with the decision, but Nyra's voice echoed in his mind.
'This isn't your fight,'
She was right. The people down there weren't his to save. This wasn't his responsibility.
Besides, if they were confident enough to reject his offer, they must have some hidden trump card. Only an idiot would pass up the opportunity to be saved by a powerful magician like him.
Rising higher into the sky, the cool night air whipped around him, making his hair shimmer under the faint moonlight.
