Bree pulled me out of my thoughts. "The text!" she yelled. "Read the text!" she yelled. At this point, the witch had gotten mad, and freezing blue shards of ice came flying out of her fingertips.
"But the message's just nonsense! These aren't words!" I shouted, dropping to the ground and rolling to the side. An icicle as big as my arm almost impaled me.
"Those are words, Alice! Just read the incantation!" Bree screamed. "Die, witch, di - oh, wait, you can't. I forgot. Go back to the otherworld!" Bree launched into a series of assaults against the ice witch.
Cold fear pressed around me. The ice witch flicked her hand, and Bree was still.
To put it bluntly, this wasn't going well.
SEVEN MAGES, ONE FOR ALL,
PLAYS THE GAME OR TAKES THE FALL
(This story is mainly based off of Celtic mythology, Arthurian legends, and whatever nonsense I make up)