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Araceli was beat. Her time on Ayr had not yielded anything of any use to her other than a headache and tired, aching feet. She had spent the majority of her time on the continent either running from or hiding from dragons. She let out a sigh as she trudged back to the port that would take her home to the Celestial planes. She longed to flop down into her bed and take a nice, long nap. She let out a small shriek as she looked up and saw a medium sized Ayrala dragon bounding after her. “Ugh, not again!” He exclaimed as she stepped back quickly.

The dragon kept coming, it’s teeth bared and growling. Without realizing it, Ara brought up her pack and swung it as hard as she could. It connected with the side of the dragon’s head with a heavy thud. It sent the dragon flying over the edge of the cliff next to her. Stunned, the dragon could not use it’s wings to break it’s fall. As it hit the ground, it exploded into dust and bone, leaving behind an orb for Araceli to collect.

She looked over the edge, contemplating how she would retrieve the orb. She couldn’t just leave it there. Orbs were a precious commodity to Magescians. She looked around for a way down into the ravine but found not a single path way leading down. An idea clicked in her mind and in an instant her magic began to form around her. She sent it out, down to the rock floor before. Concentrating as best she could, she formed her wind magic under the orb and began lifting it up slowly through the air. She reached her hands out and grabbed the orb just as her magic dissipated. Smiling, she stashed the orb into her pack and headed out, proud to have actually beaten an Ayrala. Even if it had been by accident.