"Hueeeeeek!"
The next screech was louder.
Aoife's shoulders jerked as the sound struck her ears, her hands tightening against the railing before she could stop herself. Around her, people staggered into one another, their cries barely audible beneath the noise filling the arena.
Then the light began to disappear.
It started near the uppermost seats, where a dark shadow passed over the people standing by the exits. Their faces vanished beneath it, followed by the railings and the paths behind them as the darkness continued to spread.
Aoife slowly raised her head.
Something was moving across the pale sun.
At first, she could only make out a long, uneven shadow. It stretched farther than she could follow, small gaps appearing along it through which the light continued to pass.
Feathers.
Aoife's lips parted as she realized what she was looking at.
The edge of a wing.
