Raising his staff, he’d screamed out a spell. For a moment, she slowed but then she was whirling away, disappearing into the infinity between worlds. He’d whispered a following spell and felt himself tugged this way and that as if by invisible hands, but Shayla was gone. After that, he’d lost his course. For what seemed like an eternity, he was adrift in the wasteland between worlds. He lost all track of time as despair filled his mind. Finally, when he gave up hope, he whispered the spell Casterix had taught them, and prayed to find his way home. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the clearing on Arroway where he’d first found Shayla. He recognized the great standing stones that marked the spot where the veil between worlds was thinnest. Where someone with the power could rip those veils open and move between worlds. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he’d stood in the shadow of the trees and watched Shayla bathe in the stream.
