Jorvanultumn looked at Chiansamorkin, who gave a sad smile. “I can explain.”


    Sinit?a rushed forward. “I trusted you!” She raised her fists at Chiansamorkin.


    “It was not harmful. I would never harm her, or you. Please, Jorvanultumn, you have to believe me. I did not take Meleng Drago. I love you and would never hurt you like that!”


    Sinit?a scrambled to her feet, small bits of colour dripping from her fingers. “Where is he? Where’s my Melly?” She ran at Chiansamorkin again, but a strong wind threw her backwards into the low-table. She slumped over.


    “She’s Pundritta,” Jorvanultumn said slowly and quietly.


    Hilkorultumn’s wings spread out and with a flap, he gathered the air in the room into a funnel and threw it at Chiansamorkin. It picked her up and threw her across the room. “Jorvanultumn, with me. Two against one. She may be strong, but we can take her together.”


    Chiansamorkin screamed and leapt into the air. Her wings beat and shards of rock flew at Hilkorultumn, who took control of them with a wave of his arm. They turned and flew back at Chiansamorkin.


    Jorvanultumn blinked. What was he doing? Hilkorultumn was right. He needed to help. He moved his hand in a circle and assisted with the winds around Chiansamorkin. With his wings, he took control of two of the ice crates, breaking them apart. As the folders fell to the floor, he sent the ice shards—not sharp; he didn’t want to hurt her more than necessary—at Chiansamorkin.


    She kicked again, and another metal sheet appeared. Jorvanultumn was ready for that and he guided the shards around it, only for them to melt away in the wave of fire she brought up. The winds blew it out but not before there was nothing left of the ice.


    He moved the winds aside and used them to lift Sinit?a gently from the low-table. With careful steps, he then took control of the stone of the low-table and threw it at Chiansamorkin.


    Jorvanultumn took control of as many of the shards as he could, focusing on those nearest Sinit?a, protecting her from harm. Shards pounded into his face, his chest, his shoulders. He stumbled back.


    It took him a moment to regain his footing. He spun air around himself and Sinit?a to protect from further attack. Across the room, Hilkorultumn huddled, face-down, on the floor, his arms and legs still bound, his bloody and shredded wings spread around him. He had used them to protect his body from the stone.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    Jorvanultumn lowered Sinit?a to the floor and then focused his attention on Chiansamorkin. He indicated Hilkorultumn. “Look what you’ve done!” He turned his feet side to side, taking control of the ice that formed the floor. “I have to stop you.”


    She punched her fist forward and metal balls—dozens—flew at Jorvanultumn. He pulled air around himself, blew them aside. A kick of her feet and more launched from the floor. He pulled ice from the floor in front of them. Then pulled it up as a shield between him and her. More metal balls hit his left shoulder and then his right.


    He tried to pull himself to his feet. He had lost control of the air in the room. Once again, he extended his wings, but something hit him on the back of the head and he fell over again. Then something grabbed his ankle again and threw him across the room. He smashed face-first into the wall. Pain cascaded through his body as he fell backwards. Something grabbed him once more, flipped him over. He landed on his stomach.


    She sniffled and looked him in the eyes. With his blurred vision, they looked more opaque. More like Fevionawishtensen’s. At least thoughts of her would be his last before he died.


    “We were supposed to be fomazee.”


    “You’re Pundritta.”


    She barked another laugh and stepped back, arms outstretched. “I’m the fucking Pundhir! Just like Lamdhir, the youngest ever. Way to go me! Look at my great accomplishments! I’ve done so much while losing everyone I have ever loved. You. My diare. My…” She paused and wiped tears from her eyes. “My fomase.”


    “You...you had a fomase?”


    She looked away from him. “It doesn’t matter.” She bent over Sinit?a.


    She glanced back at Jorvanultumn. “I would never hurt her.” She ran a hand through Sinit?a’s hair. “I would have made her the most powerful human wizard ever. Find her a brilliant teacher, one that will bring her to her true potential. Prophecy calls her the Light-Bringer. Help her fulfil her destiny.” She stood up and faced Jorvanultumn. “You have a place in prophecy too, you know, though I confess, I don’t understand yours. Supposedly, you completed yours over two thousand years ago.”


    “We made a lot of noise just now. Someone was bound to call the Hgirh. I love you, Jorvanultumn, but if you attempt to follow me, I will kill you. Tell Fevionawishtensen I love her and I’m sorry. I hope you find Meleng Drago. I really do. Goodbye.” She could barely get out the last word amidst sobs. She spread her wings and flew up through the open roof, amidst more yells.


    The hpakrik vines holding Jorvanultumn let go and withered away. He rushed over to Sinit?a. A bruise was forming on her forehead, but she seemed otherwise fine. Then he rushed over to Hilkorultumn. He was alive, but in a much worse state. In addition to his torn wings, he had numerous puncture wounds over his body. He was unconscious and his breathing ragged.


    Two Hgirh flew into the room. They said something, but Jorvanultumn could barely hear them. He looked up in the direction Chiansamorkin had flown off in, and wailed.