((Continuing from Prompt: All That Glitters))
Helen hated being helpless. Yet, being held as she was, any action seemed too risky to take. She had always been keenest for offensive rather than defensive magic.
Heart pounding, she wished she had her aunt’s skill for conjuring shields.
I really need to look into arcane magic if I survive this.
While her mind raced, the Mantle and Seraph traded blows. A Seraph fell injured and the cocky confidence of the traitors grew. The one holding Helen lifted his dagger to taunt the remaining guard.
Pink-tinted sunlight glinted off the blade. A beacon to Helen.
This is your chance.
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