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Lena Higgins wasn’t quite sure why Zarah had insisted on waking her up in the middle of the night to make a portal to the Ghostlands, but she could take a guess that it had to do with Hethurin or Vaildor. She had never actually been to the Ghostlands in this reality, but she had been there in alternate timelines. She had also seen the current Ghostlands in visions during her practice. She felt confident that she could place a portal near the town. She tossed her cloak on her back, and cast the spell.
It worked perfectly, which was surprising to Lena, given she only had a few short moments to prepare. Lena pulled her hood up as she hurried after Zarah, who was already making her way down the main street of the town. The street was empty at this hour, only a sleepy guard sat at one of the buildings near the other end of the street. Zarah and Lena both did their best to be quiet and not attract his attention as they approached one of the newer buildings. Lena followed Zarah as she made her way along the side of it and peeked into one of the windows.
Lena double checked to make sure no one was watching them before she peeked through the window. In the center of the room was an open portal. Two elves were also in the room. She recognized one of them as Vaildor. She assumed the older one was his adoptive father.
“I need you to make a portal out here that lands directly on top of the portal in there. They don’t need to know we’re passing through.”
Lena nodded and cast the spell.
“Be ready. We’re dealing with Sanimir.” Zarah said, just before disappearing through the portal. Lena followed her.
Night changed to day. It was a dark, and rainy day, but day all the same. The wind blew back her hood and whipped through Lena’s brown hair, and rain pelted her face. The town was gone. Instead they stood along the shoreline, but Lena felt they were still in the Ghostlands. However, her location was not her greatest concern at the time. Between her and the waves crashing against the shore, a battle was underway. A lone mage juggled fending off the attacks of a dragon and an elf, and making his own attacks.
Zaradormi wasted no time joining the fight, shifting into her true form and charging in. The mage had just knocked the elf down with a spell and was facing the other dragon as he cast another spell. He wasn’t able to finish as Zaradormi breathed a gout of hot sand towards him. Lena began to cast her own spell as he teleported further away. She needed him to hold still long enough to silence him. She hurried closer, the wet sand on the beach slowing her run to more of a trot. The other elf, clad in plate armor, was back on his feet. The other dragon lifted from the ground, beating his wings to carry him faster towards Sanimir’s location. Zaradormi was ahead of him, reaching the rogue mage first. She swiped at him with one of her front claws, but he managed to avoid it by throwing himself to the ground. The other dragon took the opportunity to attack with his hot sand breath, but again Sanimir teleported to safety. Lena noted it was a shorter distance. He was tiring, but that wasn’t all. He was also getting careless as he had teleported closer to her. She cast a spell, sending a bolt of frost his direction. It hit his shoulder. He spun around to face her, but only briefly. He frantically looked around while gripping his shoulder with one hand. She began to cast another spell, as Zaradormi flew in close again.
The rogue mage whispered another spell and disappeared. Lena knew it wasn’t a teleport. He was still here, shrouded in invisibility. Zaradormi must have guessed as well, as she blanketed the area with a blast of her sand breath. Sanimir’s invisibility dropped as he came out coughing and covering his face. Lena hit him with another bolt of frost, this time hitting his knee. At the same time, the plate clad elf slammed into him, knocking him down. The armored elf stood over the mage, his sword to his neck. Lena quickly cast her silencing spell, making sure Sanimir wouldn’t be casting anymore spells while she got the arcane shackles out of her pack.
Zaradormi landed close by, along with the other dragon. They both shifted into their humanoid forms. The armored elf ran off towards Hethurin, shifting his shield to his other hand as soon as Lena got the shackles on Sanimir.
Zarah grabbed one of his arms while Lena held the other. He squirmed, but they both held tight. She spoke to the other dragon, now in elf form, “We’ll take him back with us to Stormwind, and hold him there until one of the Blue Flight can retrieve him.” Sanimir weakly struggled again after she spoke, not enough to break free of either of them.
The other dragon nodded, “I appreciate it. I don’t think the school is set up to hold prisoners, nor do I think my timewalker is in any shape to keep him silenced. I should get him home so he can have his injuries tended to.”
Zarah looked at Lena as the other dragon walked towards the elves. “Open the portal. We’ll make sure he’s secured. I’ll take first watch while you get some sleep. You did very well today.”
“Thanks. Do the others need help getting back to their home?” Lena asked before making their own portal.
“No, his timewalker’s apprentice can handle it. She was hidden the whole time.”
Lena glanced at the elves, noticing that now there was a blond girl with them. “How did they know to plan that ahead?”
Zarah smiled, “They didn’t. Let’s go. We have work to do yet.”
Lena nodded and walked with her and their prisoner through the portal to home.