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Merlin was a powerful witch. He’d proven that many times over.

He could win this.

In fact, he would.

Yeah, I just had to keep believing.

After all, he’d given me no reason to doubt his abilities before.

I clapped my hands together with more pep than I felt.“Then we’ll just have to make sure you win this thing. Let’s go!”

Merlin nodded slowly, then blinked twice, transporting the three of us to an open clearing far past town. An outcropping of buildings was just barely visible on the horizon, thanks to a ceiling of roaring fire that hung above us, illuminating the sky in all directions.

“Um, Merlin, what kind of witch is Tom?” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from the flames that threatened to come crashing down on us at any second.

“Volcano,” he said with a tightly clenched jaw as he scanned the field for his rival.

I followed his line of sight but saw no one. Least of all Tom.

“Huh. Maybe he realized he bit off more than he could chew and decided to forfeit?” I suggested hopefully, but Merlin appeared unconvinced.

Above us, the sheet of fire undulated like a gentle wave, and I jerked my face up to watch the spectacle. As I watched, the waves began to crash angrily against an invisible barrier, then sloshed over its edges in massive plumes of lava.

Cracks appeared in the ground beneath my feet, and I jumped to the side to avoid being swallowed up by the sudden quake.

That tiny crack grew into a chasm as it raced off in the distance and exploded upward, creating a throne of dirt and rock.

The flames above reformed into a solid sheet and chased after the snaking fissure in a deadly dance. Both elements converged in a cyclone of grandeur born of destruction, and Tom leapt down from the throne, passing straight through the wall of fire.

“It’s about time you showed up,” the orange tabby said with a sinister smile. “And isn’t it just like you to show up at the last possible minute?”

“Isn’t it just like you to show up in a literal blaze of glory?” Merlin bit back with open contempt. “It’ll take more than a few silly party tricks to impress me, though.”

“Enough with the chit-chat. Your tail is mine, cat!” Tom chuckled cruelly as he raced toward Merlin on fast and steady paws.

I also moved swiftly toward the Maine Coon, knowing that the closer I clung to him, the easier it would be for him to put this guy in his place.

As Tom ran toward us, flames shot up behind him, propelling his thick mass even faster.

Merlin stood rooted to the spot as if entranced by the spectacle before him. And just when I was certain Tom would crash into him headfirst, Merlin spun around in a tight circle, kicking up a storm of his own.

A howling cyclone formed above him and launched toward Tom. By now the tabby had built up so much momentum that he couldn’t stop himself in time. He crashed right into the maelstrom and was sucked inside, flames and all.

Merlin shouted something into the wind, but I couldn’t hear it over the roaring gusts.

The twister spun faster and faster, lifted Merlin’s opponent higher and higher. But Merlin wasn’t done yet. He kicked his feet back behind him in a familiar maneuver. This was the power of his I most dreaded—after all, it had shot a hole straight through my roof.

He kicked faster and harder, again and again. His feet were a blur, and dust flew up, obscuring my view of the field.

And then from the sky…

CRACK!

A mighty bolt of lightning struck the cyclone, and I swear I saw Tom’s skeleton flash before me, just like in the old-timey cartoons I’d watched on Saturday mornings as a child.

Merlin stumbled and fell forward. He’d just used his two most powerful spells back to back, and it had clearly taken a toll.

The tornado dissipated, and Tom thumped down onto the ground.

Neither cat moved, other than to take in giant racking breaths. Tom’s magic sparked and flickered around his body.

Merlin did nothing.

“Merlin!” I called out to him. “You have to summon the rain. That’s an easy one. You can do it!”

My witchy cat raised one paw to the sky but couldn’t hold it up long enough to cast his magic.

I ran toward him. Maybe my touch could give him the strength he needed to finish this battle. I’d almost reached his side when a column of tightly packed mud shot straight from the earth, blocking me from moving any farther.

I darted to the side, but another pillar rose up to obscure that path, too.

“Merlin!” I screamed and pounded my fists against the earthen cage that had now ensnared me on all sides.

No, no, no!

If I didn’t get to him—and fast—this could be the end for both of us…

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I couldn’t see anything except for occasional flashes of fire lighting the sky overhead. I screamed and pounded on the walls of mud that stretched high above me but couldn’t break free.

“Surrender,” Tom roared above it all.

I stopped screaming and fell quiet, waiting for Merlin’s response.

“Ne… ver,” he managed between pants.

“Your magic is mine,” Tom rasped, proving that he, too, had taken quite the beating. “All I have to do is reach out and take it.”

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