The Golden Fleece, Part 2

The Golden Fleece—which within Sam’s mindscape hung over his shoulders like a cape with its ram’s skull hood up over his head—heard Sam’s plea and offered more of its energies to him so that the golden light flaring from his palms shone even more brilliantly.

'More!'

Teal-colored sparks exploded out of Sam while he drew on more of his life force to supplement the Golden Fleece’s power.

'Give her back!' Sam screamed. 'I won't let you hurt her anymore!'

He shoved his arms forward as if he were pushing against a heavy door, and slowly, the darkness began to give way to his strength. Bathed in such bright light, many of the black tendrils around Thunder’s body slackened and then dissipated like ash in the wind. Sam pushed forward, forward, ever forward, until he found himself standing before Thunder.

She was standing now while bathed in the golden light emanating from Sam’s palms.

“About time, lame-brain,” she said in a playful tone.