Sapphire turned to Drake and reached out her hand. “I want to leave this battlefield.”
“There are many soldiers left to tend to,” her mother spoke. “I do not want the children back here until this mess is cleaned up.”
“They are all bled?” she asked, her voice laced with remorse over what had transpired.
“They are.”
She closed her eyes and with a wave of her hand and a whisper to the wind the entire field erupted into a flame. It went up high, reaching the height of the clouds before falling back down sucking into one fireball and evaporating. On the field there was not a single soldier left, the grass burnt and blackened. She knelt to the ground and with her fingers touching the soil at their feet, the ground rumbled, and she chanted an enchantment of growth, causing the grass and the
