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swooping low, taunting Ash by staying out of reach. She summoned magic and blasted it towards the Guardian. It struck the dactyl’s outstretched wing and it tumbled to the ground. Ash ran forward hoping to strike down the rider while he could. They exchanged a couple of blows before the Guardian took once more to the air.
    But Serafin had already re-energized and blasted him again. It hit the Guardian square in the chest. He flew backwards off the dactyl and slammed to the ground, while the beast soared into the air alone.
    While Ash took care of the rider, Serafin looked around her. The circus tent was alight, as were many of the caravans.  She could see her mother gathering together some of the women and children, urging them to run from the battle. She was watching her childhood burn around her and she felt as powerless as the day her brother died.
    She needed this to end.
    She saw a man in the darkness, a knife thrower, launching blades at the underbelly of the fire breather as it glided far above him. She blasted a ball of energy at the dactyl, hoping to send it into the knife thrower’s range, but it managed to swerve in the opposite direction.
    “Run!” she shouted. “Run! Get out of here! Go with my mother to the Mountain.”
    “This is my home!” shouted the knife thrower, looking at her with anger and determination.
    She could see the dactyl lining itself up to dive down on them. She ran forward and tackled the knife thrower to the ground as the dactyl swooped just inches above them.
    “Don’t make this your grave,” she said. “Get out of here!”
    To her surprise he nodded and scrambled to his feet, following the others out of the meadow.
    Serafin looked upwards, searching the sky for the fire breather. The meadow was filled with the sound of screams. People were caught in the fires they had been so determined to stop. It was getting out of control; they would lose everything if she didn’t stop the fire breather.
    It was hard to make out the black dactyl against the black sky, but she caught a flash of something and launched a blast towards it. It was a hit. To her surprise the dactyl tumbled to the ground, and the rider was thrown off.
    “ASH!” she screamed, trying to warn him that a Guardian had landed just a few paces behind him.
    He turned in time to see the Guardian draw his sword.  They ran at one another, exchanging a few blows before the Guardian was struck down. Without a rider, the dactyl was no longer a threat.
    Serafin was choked with relief. It was over and they’d won.
     “There she is!” She turned as she heard Cassius.
    He stood at the head of a contingent of Guardians, led by the Captain who’d shot Ash. Her stomach twisted, as her relief turned to fear.
    “So you brought them here!” she spat, readying another blast of energy.
    “No, Serafin, you brought them” Cassius said, rounding on her “You betrayed your people and you betrayed me, this is all your doing.”
    “Serafin!” It was her father, but she couldn’t turn to see what he wanted. She had to keep her eye on the Captain.  He smirked at her as he stepped forward and raised his sword. The other Guardians followed his lead and started to close in on her.
    “There’s nowhere to run, Healer,” said the Captain, menacingly.
    “Give up, Serafin!” spat Cassius, “No one wants you here.”
    With that, she blasted the energy toward them, but the Captain barely moved as he deflected it with his sword. In a panic, she turned to see her father and the others fighting off the Guardians as best they could.
    “Take her!” shouted the Captain and the Guardians ran toward her.
    “Phoenix!” she shouted.
    Ash looked at her: she didn’t have time to make sure he understood. She could only hope he knew her meaning. With all her remaining energy she summoned the fire from the burning wreckage of the circus. She pulled the flames towards her, forcing them into a circle which surrounded her and the contingent of