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  92. By Amanda Hocking

“I’m certain that, using the Älvolk’s own methods and tools here, we should be able to come up with some kind of psychokinetic cage,” Elof went on. “I don’t know how long it would hold—maybe not that long at all—but it would give us more time than we have now.”

“What do you mean?” Dagny asked. “Time for what?”

“Time to figure out how to get them back home, or kill them if we must,” Elof said. “Time to stop them before they eat the world, as Ulla put it.”

A sounding horn let out a loud, oddly triumphant sound that broke the yelling and screaming, the chuffing of the dragon and the crackling of the flames.

“Oh, alai,” I said. “What fresh hell is this?”

This time Dagny poked her head around the corner, and she let out a gasp.

“What?” I rushed over to join her, and looked around the wall to see troops marching into Áibmoráigi. They were decked out in uniforms of sage green, sky blue, crisp ivory, crimson red, and golden amber. The five tribes had all sent soldiers—real soldiers—and leading them into battle was Wendy, Queen of the Trylle.

Only a few steps behind her was my friend Bryn Aven, but she’d forgone her usual crisp clean uniform signifying her elite rank in the Kanin guard. Instead she wore black slacks and a gray tank top, with arm and shin guards, but the scars down her arms were clearly visible.

The wyrm roared again before taking to the air. It cast a dark shadow as it circled over us, and Bryn drew her sword as she stared up at it.

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Calvary

Bryn

The days I had spent raising an army and traveling to the First City weren’t nearly enough to prepare me for a dragon flying overhead and spewing green fire into the air. I heard Tove Kroner curse under his breath, and his hands hung limply at his sides as he stared up at it.

“I didn’t really think there would be fucking dragons,” he said.

Someone screamed, and I gripped my sword tighter and snapped my attention back to the battlefield. Áibmoráigi was larger than Doldastam, and the ruins and vast empty spaces between crumbled buildings and rotting barns gave it a more sprawling and spread-out feeling. Like Doldastam, the city was walled off—in this case by the sheer mountain to the south and the steep cliff to the north.

The ruins provided a fair amount of coverage, but most everyone appeared to be running around like chickens with their heads cut off. The sight of a fire-breathing monster had sent everyone to chaos.

A fire burned in green and yellow, but the largest blaze was set at the far northeastern end of Áibmoráigi, before the plateau ended. A tall gazebo with a teardrop-shaped roof of crimson-blue was engulfed in a red fire.