Lightning shot from the fairies’ fingers toward the terrified young men, striking the ground before their feet and circling around them in brilliant blue streaks, moving faster and faster until a wall of flame surrounded them. The heat grew unbearable and the light too bright to stand, but no matter how many times they spun around in search of an escape, they found none.
Aodhán’s scar throbbed like a fresh wound, and Cainnech felt feverish to the touch. How had Aodhán gotten them in this situation? He had little fear for himself—it seemed somehow appropriate that fire would take him and thus define both the beginning and ending of his life—but he regretted bringing Cainnech to his doom.
“I’m sorry, Cainnech!” Aodhán wept.