Pyre frowned. The storm ahead was harsh and the surrounding villages needed to be evacuated, quickly. Not easy when the palace had exiled her a a year earlier for her rare and dangerous animus magic. Still, that same magic could protect her from almost anything, palace guards were not an issue. She flew out to an island in the path of the storm. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the dark clouds raced across the sky. She rose her wings to fly, and the storm lifted her up and flung her backward. Her body splayed out in the wind and she twisted her head to try to see land. As she tried to fly, she sensed the wind shifting and the massive storm moving offshore. "I enchant... I enchant..." She tried to protect herself with magic but the wind kept whipping her words away, unheard. She beat her wings harder, and harder. Just as she was working up some momentum, a branch sped by and hit her on the head. 'I enchant my scales to be protected from this storm,' was the last thing she thought before slipping into darkness.
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