Magic The Gathering - Invasion Cycle Book 01 - Invasion by Magic The Gathering

Author:Magic The Gathering [Gathering, Magic The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: OCRed & Converted by Evil Punker, Magic: the Gathering Novel
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

A grin lit Sisay's face. "I like it! Gerrard, you'd better call off the fleet. Tell them to circle and wait for our

return."

Clawing his way forward, Gerrard rubbed a lump under

his beard. "Wait a minute. What are you three planning?"

"Just the salvation of Llanowar," Sisay said lightly.

"More power, Karn." She steered the ship into a near-vertical climb. The air grew thin all around. Clouds

dragged away from Weatherlight's raked airfoils. "You asked for suggestions."

With a rueful nod, Gerrard clutched the speaking tubes

and barked, "Signal the fleet! Tell them to circle until further orders!"

"That's a dear," Sisay said. "Hanna, how's our position?"

Peering through the sight arrays that jutted above her

navigation desk, Hanna replied, "Yaw four degrees port, and let the keel cut for another thousand feet, and we'll be ready for the dive."

"Will we have the velocity for a shift?" Sisay asked.

"Velocity won't be the problem. It's whether we've got time between the portals and the treetops before we crash,"

Hanna replied easily.

Sisay laughed. "That's the kind of problem I like. Here we go." She shoved the helm hard to fore.

Weatherlight's engines ceased for a moment. She lolled

upward in a weightless arc, rolling her stern skyward.

Dominaria swept smoothly from aft to fore.

Squee, still strapped to the stern gun, squealed as his

feet swept out toward the sun.

Then, greedy and inexorable, Dominaria grasped

Weatherlight and yanked her down. Creaks ran stem to

stern. The prow seemed to stretch away from amidships,

and it from bridge and spankers. The airfoils folded tight 181

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along the centerline, spilling air instead of grabbing it.

Weatherlight plunged.

Squee was still squealing. Even so, his view of the skies was not as terrifying as everyone else's view of the land.

Llanowar seemed a leopard, crouched to spring.

Weatherlight's engines engaged. Intakes dragged a deep breath. A white-hot column of energy formed within the

engine. Fire burst from exhausts. To the ship's terminal

velocity came impatient force, ramming it down.

Llanowar sprung. The forest roared up to swallow the

ship. Its rot-black treetops groped into the sky. The sea of portals seemed only a slim membrane above that reaching

place. In moments, Weatherlight would punch through the portals and into the tree-tops.

"Shift to where?" Sisay shouted over the roar of the engines.

"The course is laid in," Hanna called back. "A place in need of Phyrexian bombs."

There was no more time. Weatherlight impacted the plane of portals. They swept from prow to poop in a

heartbeat. Spacio-temporal stresses clawed across the deck.

Bombs, half-emerged, hung in countless portals, too slow to catch up with Weatherlight. Squee and the folded wings

cleared the portals.

"Shift!" Sisay shouted, staring at the ground as it soared up to meet them.

The ship hurtled all the faster. Wind tore at her rails.

The black treetops resolved into individual boughs, and the ruined houses on those boughs, and the running figures

among them. A jump-envelope welled out from the

forespar. It swept a wide wake, encompassing thousands of portals.

"Shift!" Sisay shouted once last.

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An enormous bough rushed up to smash through

Weatherlight's windscreen—except that no bough

remained. Black and green had given way to jittering gray.

Beyond the ship's rail, the envelope rattled.

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