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Tristan looked over at his sister. He looked up at the Darkling with hate-filled eyes. They quickly unsheathed their dreggans, but could find no threat. Then the boots were hauntingly lifted a meteror two off the ground.

The rider wore a soft black robe with its hood pulled upover his head. “We of the craft have never tried anything like this before,” he said. ”“Forgive me, Faegan,” Mallory said. “You look exhausted.