The Forsaken Hero

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" R’lissea asked, her brow furrowed as Luke stood and summoned his staff.

Jessia shrugged. "It’s not like they can do anything about it. Might as well thin their numbers out a bit."

Luke nodded and mustered his mana. He raised his staff and then paused, rubbing his horn. "It’s... a little high. Would you take us lower? My spell’s got a shorter range."

I shifted, tightening my grip on Borealis’s feathers to peer over the side. The shimmering purple haze sparkled in the fading sunlight, dark and ominous. Below us, the city continued with its evening, unaware of our presence over their heads.

A tingle raced through my soul as I spotted a small fort built into a peak overlooking the city. It was similar to those that had defended Whitecliff City, with a few towers bristling with mana cannons, but something about it drew my gaze.

"Did you see that before?" I asked, tugging at Jessia’s sleeve."

She frowned and peered over my shoulder. "See what? You’re pointing at the whole city."

I blushed, clasping my hands in my lap. "O-oh. I meant the fort."

"I...don’t think so." Her expression tightened, lips curving in a frown. "It’s built on the backside of the mountain from the pass. You’d have to be outside the canyon to see it."

Luke crouched beside me. "What’s wrong? Can’t you take us lower?"

"She’s just worried about a little fort," Jessia said, tossing her hair.