Zhivko
Some spells were aimed at us that Ivan and I had to duck. My question was quickly forgotten. The more important thing right now was to stay alive.
Green and red sparks shot from a sorceress’ hand, landing on the tree bark behind Ivan. A burning and big gaping hole showed us what would’ve happened if my brother and I hadn’t ducked. Our heads would’ve been missing from our bodies. And smoky.
Ivan reacted quicker. Like an angry bull, he charged at the sorceress. She raised a hand to deliver the same blow she’d just released. My heart went to my throat, afraid for my brother’s life. I believed it was instinct, for some reason that I couldn’t explain. But as soon as I leapt into the air, I suddenl
