The Air Mages with Animal Communication and Animal Control began summoning horses, and Troy turned the basketball court from blacktop to turf. At the very last minute, Gaheris worked a spell to fill the morning air with a thick, dense, impenetrable fog. The horses that had been summoned came silently through the mist, like ghosts, and stood patiently waiting to be saddled. “Hey, who’s this guy?” Molly Piercy asked. She was one of the Air Mages who’d helped call the loose horses. She patted the shoulder of a horse none of them had ever seen before. The animals the Oakhurst students had practiced Endurance Riding on were all chestnuts or bays—this one was so white he nearly glowed. “He’s not from anywhere around Radial,” Brenda said. “I know everybody’s horses from the county.” “And the Shadow Knights’ horses are all black,” Kelley said. “Okay, who wants to be a target?” They all knew that the reason commanders from the old days used to ride white horses into battle was because they could be seen for miles.
