The Third Gate

Brenna called out, “Ciaran, the third gate!”

And Ciaran knew what he had to do.

The enemy were trapped, panicking, and they had no way to escape. The elements were rising up against them, and they knew that the goddesses - and this land - had condemned them.

So Ciaran raised his hands and called his power, felt it sing in his blood the way his mother sang lullabies in his dreams, and he let fire spark at his fingertips.

He heard his father scream his name, heard Brenna call him again, and he let the flames fly loose.

His enemies screamed.