Reverie

by Ryan La Sala

Adeline shrugged. “Okay, Nancy Drew, I hope you’re ready to fight. Do you remember how to do that snappy thing with your fingers?” “What?” With a shriek, the closest warrior lowered into a gallop, sword held high over his head. Adeline grabbed Kane’s arm and held it up, his hand aimed at the warrior’s chest. “Snap!” she commanded. In a flash he remembered the jet of magic that had burst from his fingertips to stop Ursula. He wiggled his fingers and, when nothing happened, Adeline heaved them out of range of a slicing blade. The warrior snarled, ready for another jab, and his friends were close behind him. “I said snap, not jazz hands!” Adeline screamed. Kane snapped. The sound was loud like thunder, sharp like a gunshot; the sight was a vein of iridescent brilliance carving the air apart. It was hard to see anything else as the flare slammed into the warrior with such savage ferocity that he was blown backward, very quickly and in a great many pieces. And then the other warriors were upon them.