Apocalypse the Believer (The Power of Twelve Book 3) by Miranda Martin

Author:Miranda Martin [Martin, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-19T16:00:00+00:00

Dark, cloying shadows surround me as I wander a wasted landscape.

Something is chasing me. No, not something, some things. Lots of them. Shadowy shapes with glowing eyes and evil intentions racing towards me causing the shadows themselves to be sticky and thick.

I try to run but it’s impossible. I can't move faster no matter how I try.

I reach for my magic, intending to burn away the shadows with its light, and only a trickle responds to my call.

I glance over my shoulder, and fear grips me so tight I'm almost ready to give up, but the will to fight surges up and I run.

I know they're getting closer. Feel them breathing down my neck.

When I glance back, claws of darkness swipe out of the shadows, and I duck. Red eyes glow with fiery hate as another set of claws swings. Ducking, I trip and roll, coming to a stop on my knees.

Where is everyone? Why am I alone?

I leap to my feet, but before I can run again, I'm surrounded. I can't see them directly, but I know they’re there in the shadows moving in on me.

"Tynan! Shen! Alaric!" I scream their names, terror rising and closing my throat as the last syllable slips out.

More claws swing, and trails of smoke linger in the air where they pass as I dodge.

They appear around me. The Dragons are next to me, each of them facing out. Their aspects shimmer, and they take on draconic imagery. They breathe fire, and the deep shadows retreat then rush back in as the flames fade.

At their presence, the connection to my magic opens again and I step up beside them, facing it with them. Claws swing in and grab my right arm.

"Ah!" I scream, as it burns into my flesh, then my magical defenses kick in, and the hand gripping me disintegrates into nothingness.

Smiling, I look out at the encroaching shadows. Confidence fills me, and I know what I have to do.

"Not this time," I say, and throw my arms wide, magic blasts out of me blindingly white chasing all the shadows away.

I awake with a start, sitting upright.

The three men are instantly alert, and all of them reach for and touch me.

"Ow," I exclaim.

"Aviella," Tynan says, his voice soft.

On my arm where he just touched me is a burn mark that looks like four elongated fingers. The three men look at it and none of us say a word, but we all know. The Shadow Forces are moving.

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