"Jenna, inform the others I'll be slipping away," I said, climbing onto Fable's back. "Remember, you have to keep that dragon here. If she manages to get back to Soltair, Luke will…you have to."
"We won't let you down," she said, flashing me a thumbs-up and a smile. "Good luck, my Lady."
I patted Fable's neck. "Let's do this."
He barked and launched into the air, leaping over the battling Star Guard. Luxaria growled and made to lunge at us, but Jenna called a windstorm that blasted her out of our trajectory, and several of Gith's arrows sprouted vines that entangled her wings, allowing Kahlen's swords to knock her to the ground.
I wanted to trust that they'd be okay, that my Star Guard was powerful enough to hold off the dragon. It wouldn't be long until the rest of the Fatesworn swept over their position, and Bethiv reinforced them.
"Fyren," I called, hunching low over Fable's shoulder to avoid the worst of the winds.
