Book Seven: Chapter 81

The Dreamscape shattered with a scream, and Mike opened his eyes to hear panic and terror immediately outside his tent. By the time he pushed through the flaps, the forest had told him everything he needed to know.

The night marchers had broken through.

Sliding into his shoes and making sure Opal was in his pocket, he crawled outside, followed closely by Ratu and Quetzalli. Ratu summoned balls of fire that she threw into the air. The flames cast an eerie glow on the Order’s campsite, revealing several dark forms locked in battle with the perimeter guards.

“How did they get in?” he asked, staring in horror as a mage was dragged into the darkness by a trio of shadows.

“Doesn’t matter.” Ratu made a series of gestures, then surrounded her body in a fiery glow. “We make our stand here.”

He nodded and turned toward Francois’ tent. The flap was open, and the soft glow of Ratu’s fireballs revealed that the tent was empty.

“It looks like our princess is in