The reason the birds were startled was not just because of the gasp, but the burst of mental strength which accompanied it. Sienna had not thought to strike anything, but a tree fell to the ground, causing the ground to vibrate.
"Grandfather, not funny." She shouted.
The old man laughed none the less. Loudly at that.
What neither of them realized was that on the next cliff, nestled in the branches of a towering birch wood tree, the queen and king were watching.
The royal couple sat side by side on a large branch, cloaked in a shimmering shield of mental strength projected by six guards. The shielding was so precise that not even grandpa Corven's sharp senses could detect them. The queen leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as Sienna celebrated the fall of the tree.
"Impossible," she whispered. "When Lenard summoned us, I thought he was joking. She has no beast gene. And yet she is training in thought strike!!"
