While she packed, Sky had heard the sounds of fighting through the castle walls.  The explosions of her father’s magic, sounds of impacts against the walls, and screams.  Lots of screams.  Much closer than they had a right to be. She had never heard fighting so close. It made her stomach tight, and she finished her packing in a blur.

     The door burst open and her father ran in. He had a cut across the bridge of his nose and his Wizard robe was singed and torn.  “We have to go,” he sa. . .