The Gardenkeeper's Daughters

Lotus- 15

 With a snarl, Vivian soars through the air and lands on an Obsidian, tackling it to the ground. I watch her bite into it's neck, spitting out bloody shards of obsidian as it shatters. Like earlier, the Obsidians are very fragile, as if they were completely hollow. Perhaps they are, which would explain the lighter colors.

Trying to stay between my friends, I fight in a group amongst the chaos, wolves coming in to assist each other and tackling my foes when I'm about to go down. Their group work is astounding, each of them staying in carefully organized patterns as they launch themselves fearlessly at the enemy.

Despite this, some of them are bloodied, and I can not return to my uncloaked form to heal them.

Or can I?

I look around for a tree or some other place to hide away, but unfortunately the fight is vast. Aislyn leaps into the sky as she tries to attack an aerial opponent, a six winged dragonlike being with half the size but twice the versatility. Unfortunately, she's unable to reach it without her wings and she falls. The dragon dives down at her face and she blocks the hit, siezing one of its wings and jerking her head down. It slams into the grass and she dives for its throat, beating it again and again until it scatters into ugly shards in the grass.

"Aislyn!" I call. "I need your help!"

"You do? What's going on?" she asks. "Are you alright?"

"I have a plan. I want to use my uncloaked form."

"Are you crazy?! They'll see us and then all of the Obsidian army will be on us!"

"They'll only see me at the most, and the chances of them catching me are low. There's only so long we can hold out. Can you help me or not?"

She sighs. "Whatever you need."

"Good." I say, and race away across the battlefield. Aislyn covers me on one side and I slide around the dueling forces best I can. Aislyn's sharp teeth and slightly enhanced senses make her just more powerful than the average wolf, not enough to draw attention but enough to make a difference. I have increased flexibility and speed myself, which is helpful for running away from angry killing machines intent on rending the soul from my body.

Aislyn suplexes an enormous amphibian with hundreds of ugly tentacles and it shatters on the ground. The shards trace their way along her already existing scars and Aislyn's shaking from the pain and blood loss.

"It's okay. It'll all be okay." I reassure her. "Now, uncloak me!"

Aislyn does so and I feel relief flood me as my familiar Canis form rises from gray fur and my petals break free of their magical prison. "What now?"

"I'm going to climb on your head. Jump me up!"

"You're crazy." she insists, but she lets me on anyways, barely holding my weight.

"We all are." I say, and as she jumps me up, I take an impossible leap and find myself clinging onto a tree trunk. Scrambling upwards, I grab a branch by holding my head over it and use my other limbs to pull me up.

This is when I remember I have telekinesis and pull myself all the rest of the way up with ease.

Thank you. My petals flare open, and I take in a deep breath and bolt for it. I can feel the hope rising in my throat and in my lungs. My whole body feels alight with energy and I imagine my wounds healing. They close quickly as a bright gold energy drifts over them, released from the petals. Stardust. Reassured, I open my petals and take another leap. I silhouette the clearing and I jump (with a slight telekinetic assist) from branch to branch, scattering the healing powders across the clearing.