The Ice Princess
Rushing outside, we jumped over the bridge's wall and ran along the falling castle wall to the clearing where we trained earlier.
"Hop on," Blizzard instructs while shifting into his majestic phoenix. He was as big as a Boeing 777; his feathers were white to his chest, light blue to his back, and with crystal snowflakes on the tips of the ones on his tail. A crown of ice spikes in a darker blue circled his head, forming a crown. Naomi climbed up to his back using his extended wing.
"Hurry." She urges me, her hand extending to help me climb.
"I can't." I look back at Omar as he breaks through the stone wall, marching at us.
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