The Grand Witch Hecate Kingsley

The giant Wyvern flapped its leathery wings, sending a crushing wind toward the Shadow camp.

Some of the boys found it too hard to stay on their feet and fell to the ground. Others endured it better, only shielding their faces with their arms.

It landed on its long claws, tearing through the earth and rock. Then it lowered its head, stretching its long neck for its passenger to walk down.

Everyone held their breath, locking their eyes on the woman they had heard was one of the strongest. They were seeing her with their own eyes for the first time in their lives.

The Grand Witch Hecate slowly walked down its long neck, her white high heels making a clicking sound against the reptilian's hard black scales.

A slight wind passed over the mountaintop, brushing against the tree leaves, but it wasn't even strong enough to move her white robe, which was decorated with golden lines.