(...continued )
Roanoke's body swelled.Intense darkness rippled outward forming the shape of a spear.
Jasper glanced sideways at Freya. The sand clung to her toes, her arms spread wide like a fragile shield…her eyes so bright, so gold…never left the monster.
Jasper's throat ached. He almost croaked…"Freya… he is going to kill us.Isn't he?"
"I told you not to be a scaredy cat, didn't I?!" she snarled.Her lips peeled back, showing fangs too sharp for a child.
The spear hissed…then lunged.
It came down with a roar like thunder splitting bone.
Time fractured.
Jasper saw every grain of sand lift from the ground under the evil force.
He saw the black tip rush closer, closer, so fast he could see his own wide eyes reflected in it.
He could not breathe. His flame bent backwards against the wind of its descent. His lips moved on instinct…like a child's last prayer…
"Mama… I am so sorry…"
