Page 125 of The Daughter of the Scarred Elf

Halfway up, a pair of wings in her peripheral caught her attention. She barely looked over to find a different winged fae lunging toward her.

She was too high up to use her vines. Too far to use stones.

Fear seized her. She could jump, but?—

A giant, blinding bolt of lightning flashed before her eyes. She blinked, and the fae was cascading down, one of his wings burnt down to the frame, and his other wing futilely flapping to keep him somewhat upright.

Kolfinna’s gaze skirted down below, where Haakon Lykke was blasting fae and elves.

Another blaze to her left, this time violet-blue, and another fae fell.Herja.

And then another wave of violent magic—a slice of pressurized water that cut through another fae getting dangerously close to her.Ivar.

They must’ve realized what she was doing. Relief flooded over her—she could do this.

She set back to work, this time with more ease. Kolfinna jumped onto the bumpy shoulder of the monster and the fae atop the creature’s head finally looked down at her. His eyes widened and he raised a hand, but Kolfinna was faster.

The stones that made the head of the creature, around the fae’s feet, jutted out at her will. The fae stumbled backward, but his wings flapped to keep him afloat. The two seconds of distraction was all Kolfinna needed.

She was in front of him in a flash, her sword burying itself into his sternum. Through flesh and bone. His wide fae eyes—sapphire blue with threads of vivid emerald—widened further. Kolfinna placed one foot on his chest, held on to the hilt of her blade tightly, and kicked him off her sword.

He fell and lost control of the creature.

All at once, the creature’s arms slammed into the ground, and other parts of it began crumbling.

The battle scene swayed below—the flying fae, the shadowy and light elves, and the humans desperately fending them off.

Kolfinna planted her feet on the head and molded her feet to the stones in seconds. She quickly threw her mana over the remaining parts of the stone creature—the head, torso, and legs. Her mana coursed through it in seconds. She threaded a thin strand over the clunks of stone and earth, holding it together. She spread it out to the fallen hunks of stone that had served as its arms and slowly pulled them back up to the torso.

Her mana drained quickly as she reined control of the stone creation. Sweat broke over her forehead. There was a reason there were so few of these stone-creatures here—they took too much mana, and likely the fae that controlled them had an enormous amount of mana.

Kolfinna moved the creature, being careful not to step on any humans. Her target: the other stone creature.

The fae atop the other stone creature must’ve not realized she had taken control of it because when she raised the leg of her creature, he didn’t react—probably thinking that she was going to crush a cluster of soldiers.

Instead, she kicked the other earthen creature in the chest. Stone gnashed against stone, and the other creature fell easily. A cloud of dust and stones filled her vision as giant chunks of the creature toppled on the ground. She narrowed her eyes against the sudden grittiness. The fae swarming the sky flew above the dust clouds.

There was only one more earthen creature left, but it was halfway across the battlefield. Kolfinna’s mana was already halfway drained. If she continued, would she completely drain it and thus become vulnerable to fae attacks in the battle?

She hesitated, still bumping on top of the creature, the dust settling around her.

A sudden burst of wintry coldness waved over the battlefield in seconds. Her breath streamed out in white, cloudy puffs. Kolfinna narrowed her eyes at the battlefield, at the blasts of blinding colors. Blár was out there, fighting, but she hadn’t feltthiscold in a long time.

Was he maybe fighting Rakel?

Or the half-elf?

Someone who required him to use his full powers against?

Something slammed into Kolfinna’s back and the next thing she knew, she was somersaulting through the sky. The wind violently ripped through her hair and clothes and skin, and her scream blended in with the rest of the battle. Someone had pushed her. Likely a winged fae. If she hadn’t been so distracted?—

The ground grew closer and closer. Her thoughts were jumbled and disjointed, and there was one thing she was certain of:death.

Kolfinna raised her arms, but right before she could crash and splatter onto the ground, something collided with her and she was flung in another direction. Her stomach twisted and her vision blackened at the sudden jerkiness.

It took her a few seconds to realize thatshadowswere holding her.

But they weren’t hers.

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