Alakar looked up. Blizzard clouds peeked around the
underside of the continent above them.
“It’ll be rain soon,” he said.
“Got a few hours yet,” Greta responded. “Should be able
to reach the forest by then.”
“Hope so. Otherwise it’ll be a cold night.”
“And never know what’s about.”
They were inside the forest when the frigid rain began to
fall. The green canopy kept them dry apart from an occasional rogue drop that
landed on their necks, sending a startling chill down their backs.
They had both stumbled more than once when Greta screamed
and vanished from Alakar’s sight.
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