Opeth, the Osiris Beam
Sara and Hue soared through the night, clutching to the tendrils along Botan’s back. She cradled the night blue egg she’d won from the Midnight Festival that evening, Botan’s baby, against her.
“Woohoo!” Hue screamed, exalted as Botan flew through a cloud.
You are strange humans, Botan said in their minds. You serve the white. Not all humans do. There are those that would take my egg to gain power, to corrupt it. I am glad that if any had to find my egg, it was you—
A cannon blast from below tore through Botan’s wing, sending her spiraling and bucking Sara and Hue from her back. The siblings fell, screaming as Opeth, the Osiris Beam careened up.
