FIRST WAVE; FIRST WARNING: Barclay, Jack and Ashton
Barclay pressed a kiss on Celebrimbor’s scaly hide. “Make me proud. I’ll be by the forest. Don’t worry.”
Barclay broke into a run. These things were trouble. These things were big trouble, and there were a lot of them. But he had a plan. Something that could serve to protect the school, something that could drive them back. He just needed power. More power than he could muster on his own.
At the edge of the forest, as close to the Academy as possible. With a determined move, he thrust his staff into the ground and a green shimmer erupted from it, forming a circle around it. It was almost visible, the last light of the sun glinting off of it. Step 1. Now, Step 2.
Sorin, he said, finding the mind of his pupil and easily getting into it again. Sorin, listen to me. There’s not much time. There’s an army coming. Gather all witches, let them come to the forest edge. I need them. I need you.
And now, Step 3. Barclay closed his eyes, and began to gather his power.