We were so fucked.
Wizard, it hissed in my head.
And then—
“That thing!”
Ruv looked at me, face red as he panted. “What thing!”
“Your sailboard sand thing!”
He reached behind him and unhooked it from his pack.
I could do this.
“We get to the end, you go left. You go left and you throw that thing out as hard as you can.”
“What are you going to do?”
I laughed, sounding crazed. “I’m going to jump.”
His eyes bulged. “Are you fucking crazy?”
I grinned at him. “I’m Sam of Wilds.”
We careened toward the edge of the island.
I heard Kevin roaring behind us somewhere, either in the sky or on land, I didn’t know. He wouldn’t get to us in time, regardless. I didn’t know where Ryan and Tiggy were. I hoped they were safe.
And as I reached those final steps, I knew this was quite possibly the stupidest thing I’d ever done.
Ruv went left, just as I’d told him to. As he went, he curled the arm holding the wooden contraption against his chest, then flung it out in a flat arc. The hinges creaked as the board unfolded and the sail rose.
My feet caught the edge of the island, leg muscles coiling, and I pushed myself off into nothing.
It was a good jump. Really, ten out of ten. If I’d seen anyone else do it, I probably would have cheered and thought how cool it was.
But since it was me leaping above the cavern, I couldn’t help but shriek quite loudly, because that shit was insane. I was going to have to have a talk with the others about allowing me to do such stupid things without thinking of the repercussions.
And it was then—flying through the air, trying to reach for Ruv’s sailboard like I had any idea how to use it, a gigantic snake dragon monster thing beginning to flap its wings to lift off and take after me—that I had a very real thought about the state of my life.
The thought?
I might be a fucking idiot.
And there was green and gold as my hand wrapped around the pole that held up the sail. There was red and yellowyellowyellow as I pulled it toward me, putting my feet down on the wooden board as I felt the ominous tilt that signaled a descent.
Jekhipe snarled behind me.
And I pushed.
The magic that had been crawling along my skin burst outward in a brightly colored flash. It hit the sail, causing it to stretch out like it’d been hit with a gale force wind. Instead of falling, the board started to tilt back up, and it was going to be enough. I was going to make it to the other side. I was going to clear this motherfucking jump and it was going to be awesome and I—
I started to fall again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuckfuckfuck!”
My magic was going haywire, creating short, sharp bursts that hit the sail, causing me to jerk forward, but not enough to lift me up. I couldn’t find the edges to grasp on to it, to hold it close, to force it to do what I wanted to do. I thought maybe it had to do with the burst of energy I’d used against the sand mermaids. Magic wasn’t infinite. There wasn’t an endless well within that I could draw from. Used long and hard enough, I felt drained, tired, weak.