Skye fought through the fog of pain that gripped her. She raised bleared eyes to the scene playing out before her. All around the room the dryads faced off against the earthen creatures in a grueling battle, and just a few feet away, Quinn stood against his powerful adversary.
"I can't give up now; we can't lose. I've got to go on! If I fail, everything is lost and every sacrifice I've made will have been in vain. Get up!" Skye told herself.
Anxious to remain unnoticed, Skye dragged herself toward the Moonflower Dagger and, having retrieved it, crawled behind the pillar once more. When she was within the relative safety of its shadow, Skye rose to her feet, clutching the hilt until her knuckles turned white. She feared for Quinn, but right now, as long as he was on his feet, he would serve as a distraction to Elanna.
Skye darted out from behind her hiding place. She scurried out toward the great throne and skulked down behind it. After a moment's hesitation, Skye dared to peer across to where Quinn and Elanna were locked in battle. Elanna's back was to her. A bold, desperate idea occurred to her. For this audacious move to succeed, however, she needed Quinn's participation. Wondering briefly if Quinn would follow through, Skye proceeded with her gambit.
Skye came out of hiding and stood before the throne in plain view. She fixed her eyes on Quinn who was in the deepest concentration as he parried Elanna's attacks. Skye looked at him hard, hoping that somehow she could will him to become aware of her presence. Though Quinn never turned his eyes her way, she suddenly had the instinctive feeling that he had indeed noticed her. She gestured to him to drive his adversary toward her with his attacks.
Quinn's expression gave no indication that he had read Skye's signal, but he pushed harder against Elanna.
"You're a scrappy little brat, aren't you?" Elanna laughed. "All right, boy, let's play." Languidly, Elanna stepped back, farther from Quinn, but closer to Skye.
Quinn kept striking as hard as he could, trying desperately to keep his stand against Elanna. He strove to drive her back further. His effort was successful, but Elanna drew blood from him as she slashed at his arm before stepping back two more inches.
Skye bit her lip until it bled, but she steadied herself and grasped the dagger until her hand was sore. She again fixed her gaze on Quinn who was striving to conceal his weariness. He saw her; Skye again knew instinctively. She signaled to him to look at her—to turn his gaze on her deliberately.
The instant Skye made the sign to Quinn, Elanna decided that she had toyed with Quinn long enough. "I grow tired of this game, boy. Now you die." Elanna raised her hand to deal the deathblow using her magic. As if waiting for that very cue, Quinn turned his grave eyes upon Skye.
This action served its intended purpose; Elanna halted her attack and whirled around to face Skye, her beautiful face warped with fury. She leaped sideways so as to face both Quinn and Skye, prepared to launch a magical assault on them simultaneously. Skye, however, gave Elanna no time for this.
Before Elanna could so much as raise her hand, Skye lunged at her and plunged the dagger deep into the dryad's heart, crushing her body against Elanna's so that the blade was buried all the way to the hilt.

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The Eventide Enchantment
Teen FictionSkye Nichols' life is anything but ideal. Her mother died only a year ago, her new step family makes her life impossible, and her father has become completely indifferent to her. But Skye has a secret hideaway: a mystical world to which she is whisk...