Ambruce, Anthrix, Farasharns, and Michael all looked at the clear blue-green water of the vast pristine lake. They didn't say a word as they examined the thin threads of magics. They could see them thrumming under the water as if they were pulsating with magic.
Ambruce frowned as she raised her hand slightly and a small shallow ripple ran across the surface of the lake and then down into the water. The closer she got to the threads the more she had to fight for control. She gritted her teeth and got to the exact point above the magical threads that she wanted to be at and she pushed harder and let go of her magic at the same time.
