As soon as I reached Elias, I dropped to my knees, stretching my hand out instinctively in front of us to shield us, but the fire never touched us. Elias looked up first, while I was still crouched down, my face hidden in his chest, too afraid to look.
“Lyra. Look,” Elias said, and I slowly lifted my head to see what he was talking about. My raised hand had somehow formed a protective shield—something glowing and invisible—that was deflecting the dragon’s fire entirely. It wasn’t getting through at all, completely guarding both Elias and me.
I looked at him, stunned, and the dragon was getting angrier by the second, clearly frustrated that its attack wasn’t working. But the shield held firm, and eventually, after one final blast, the dragon gave up and turned away, flying off into the sk
