Amelia looked impressed despite herself. “For real? Wards too? So you can just grab anyone at any time?”
“It would hardly be useful otherwise,” Svena said proudly, her blue eyes brighter than ever as they reflected the dancing flames. “This is the greatest work of my clan. I was the primary architect, but we all did our share, and that cooperation is reflected in its power. It is an unbeatable strategic weapon, a spell capable of grabbing any dragon, anywhere. The only one we could never get was Brohomir, but only because he always saw it coming and moved.”
“And me,” Katya said, walking over to take the whelps back from Julius. “It’s written into the base magic of the spell that members of our own clan can only be teleported if we’re willing. That was the price of my help. Otherwise, Estella would have ripped me back home every time I escaped.”
“There are a few limitations,” Svena admitted grudgingly. “It takes at least two of us to make the initial circle, and I have to be one. It’s also enormously draining. Given that I just laid a clutch of eggs, I shouldn’t have been able to make it work at all, but there’s so much free-floating magic around right now, I don’t have to worry about collapse, which makes things much easier. Also, Amelia’s connection to our fire might have given Katya and me a tiny boost, which pushed us over the edge.”
“Right,” Amelia said, rolling her eyes. “So what you’re saying is your amazing treasure spell is a giant pain in the butt that you’re only able to cast because I’m helping you.”
“I could cast it any time I liked!” Svena snapped back. “It would just require a few months of set up. With proper planning, though, it is an unstoppable weapon!”
“Then why’d you never use it?” Amelia asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Because once we did, everyone would know we had it,” Katya explained. “If the other clans knew we could grab any of them at any time, they would unite against us. We’d be enemy number one for the entire world, and even we couldn’t stand against that.”
Svena scowled at her sister while Amelia began to howl. “Some super weapon! You can’t even use it without putting a target on your own clan!”
“Which is exactly why I did not wish to reveal it now,” Svena growled. “There will be no putting it back in the bag after this, but it’s too late to turn back.” She looked pointedly over her shoulder at the Qilin’s arriving dragons, who were so busy gawking at the ring of blue-white fire, they almost missed their landing. “The whole world will know soon enough, so we might as well make it count.” She glanced at Amelia. “Whom am I grabbing first?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Amelia said, putting up her hands. “You can’t just start plucking dragons out of their strongholds! All we’ll get is a bunch of terrified, angry lizards, which is more harm than good. We gotta warm them up before we bring them in.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” Svena asked snidely. “Send them a letter?”
Amelia’s lips curled in a smirk of her own. “Not quite.”
She stepped up to the edge of the flaming blue circle, and her body began to flicker, her edges rippling in the cold wind coming off Svena’s roaring magic like a candle flame. Then, in a wink, she was gone entirely, replaced by the same dragon made of fire Julius had seen when she’d first come back from the dead. He was still gawking at her flaming wings when Amelia’s voice boomed through his fire, filling his head with the burning bite of her magical teeth.
Hear me, serpents of the Earth, she said, the words throbbing like a physical force inside his chest. Your new god speaks! I am Amelia the Planeswalker, the Spirit of Dragons. As you’ve all felt since last night, our racial fire is now connected to the magic of this world. No longer are we wanderers, refugees in a foreign land. With my life, I have won us a new home, but you must fight to keep it. The Lady of the Lakes has sold us to a Nameless End, a force of absolute destruction from beyond our plane. To avoid extinction, we must dig deep into the magic of our new world and come together as one force against our common foe.
That sounded pretty inspiring to Julius, but Amelia wasn’t finished. This is not a request, the Spirit of Dragons boomed, her magic gripping his flames like a fist. If you refuse to fight, then you are not worthy of our new power. Just as I connected all of you to the magic that is now flooding this world, I will cut you off, leaving you a fireless worm. You will be even lower than we sank during the drought, while those around you who answered my call will be bathed in my power. If you do not wish this to be your fate, accept Svena the White Witch’s hand when she reaches for you, and she will bring you to me. Once we are all assembled, I will explain how we will beat back this invader and defend our new home.
She finished with a flourish, cutting off with a jab so sharp, every dragon in the yard coughed out a puff of smoke. Even Svena’s squirming whelps went still, their blue eyes wide as they stared in awe at Amelia, who looked incredibly pleased with herself.
“Little overdramatic, don’t you think?” Svena said, glaring up at the dragon spirit.
“What’s the point of being a god if you can’t be dramatic?” Amelia said, fluffing her flaming feathers. “And you can’t deny the results. My head is already full of voices. They’re falling over themselves to volunteer!”
“You can’t call that ‘volunteering,’” Julius said. “You threatened to take away their fire if they didn’t obey! That’s extortion.”
Amelia laughed out loud. “Sorry, Baby-J! If you want dragons now, this is how we get them. But feel free to apologize for my rudeness when they arrive if it’ll make you feel better.”
“I’m not going to apologize,” Julius grumbled. “I’m just saying you didn’t have to go for the throat right out of the gate.”
“Spoken like a true Nice Dragon,” Svena said, sharing an eye roll with Amelia before turning back to her freezing circle. “Once again, whom am I pulling in first?”
Amelia’s flaming eyes moved rapidly, searching through the empty air as though she were studying something very complicated that no one else could see. “Let’s start with Fading Smoke, the Dragon of Gibraltar. He’s raring to go.”
“You mean old Arkniss?” Svena wrinkled her nose. “You really did get everyone.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” Amelia said. “And we’re going to need every dragon we can get.”
As though he’d been waiting for his cue, the Leviathan chose that moment to send a tentacle straight over the hole Bob’s crash had punched in the Skyways. Watching it go past was like having an ocean liner sail over their heads. Even Amelia’s fire dimmed slightly when the shadow crossed her. When it was gone, both dragons turned back to the teleport circle with new urgency.