Willow did not blink. She pushed her anger to a corner of her mind and remained calm, as the Magician had taught her. “It will be your last breaths Shadow.” She smiled slowly as he drew closer. “I will send you to hell for the murder of my guard!”
The Shadow Captain roared loudly, sending his red laser straight at the young Reader’s face. Willow pushed her shield up, deflecting the blow, and sent a white jet of fire that caught Levar’s battle cuff and tore open his arm. The monster cursed at her as he spat red flames at the young Reader’s chest. Willow’s shield absorbed the blow, but collapsed, and she felt a hot dagger pierce her arm.
“Watch your Guard die child!” Levar hissed as he turned to Adam who lay on the ground.
“You will die first Levar!” Willow shouted as she pushed with what strength she had left and sent a missile of white laser full force at the center mass of the demon.
Daniel fired from where he lay, knocking the Shadow Captain to the ground, as Willow’s fire power hit Levar square in the chest and exploded. There was no sound as the enemy vaporized upon the impact of the explosion, leaving a crater and a small amount of ash where the Shadow Captain once had boasted victory.
The Camp came alive with soldiers running near to see what had awakened them from their sleep. A film of blackness seeped into the ground at the bottom of the small crater as onlookers watched silently.
Willow nodded to the healers as they approached and motioned them away from her.
“See to the Northlander and my Captain.” She whispered wearily. “I must call the Magician. Otto.” She looked sternly into the eyes of the sentry as he ran to assist. “Get me Abrams and Stony…on the double. Take a squad of Mystics with you, and if they resist, destroy them.”
Otto saluted the Reader and ordered several Northlanders to follow him. As he left, Wild trotted to Willow’s side and licked her hand.
“I will stay with you my Lady.” The canine growled. “It is not a time for you to be alone.”
The Reader nodded and rested her hand on Wild’s massive head, relieved that she had at least one true friend besides her trusted Guard who was now on the injured list.
“I need your company Wild.” Willow said appreciatively. “And your strength.”
Willow moved toward the Quonset hut that housed the Generals’ offices. Her arm burned and she knew fatigue would overtake her soon, but she could not leave the Camp vulnerable; she had to hold on until Askah got there. The young Reader pulled violently at her breast plate, yanking it open and throwing it off as she walked. Closing her throbbing hand around the small green stone that hung on its chain around her neck, she pushed one last pleading push with her tired mind.
“Askah.” The small warrior said in angry desperation. “We have a problem. I need you like never before my Magician. I’ll await you in Philip’s office.”
Willow entered the office and sat in General Taylon’s big chair, laying her head on the desk and letting her tears flow. The large faego lay at her feet, guarding her young friend.
“Maybe Daniel was right.” The Reader thought to herself. “Maybe women were not