TITLE: The Last Mage
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Each step felt like wading through molasses. It was no surprise she’d already run out of breath while the Dark Magics pumped through Lusa at full force. With the danger night brought in this disgusting stink-hole of a swamp, she let them. Their voices became ambient noise, a constant hum. She sliced her blade across the first row of thick grass two feet above her head.
“Great.” A bunch more stood in her way. It was going to be a long night. She frowned at the dagger and snorted at her luck. The impulse to cast out a giant fire ball was hard to suppress. But fire wasn’t the only way.
“Windosa nu!” A gust of hot wind rushed past her. The magical tempest slammed into the wall of weeds. The roar muted the incessant chirping of insects and when the wind dispersed, all was quiet and the majority of the swamp grass mangled, bent and broken.
An icy tingle rose from her toes up to her torso, her powers palpitating madly. Her sweat had dried. Even the stench momentarily vanished. The night sky was as clear as the silence and she could now see over the long row of bent grass, walled-in by that untouched by her spell. Despite the Magics commanding her to move, she couldn’t ignore her instincts wanting her to stay. Her skin prickled at the thought of what lurked in there.
“Well, here goes nothing.” Smacking a bug on the back of her neck, she sighed and entered the swamp.