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Durion had already disappeared into the foliage. Together we hurried after our fae friend who slipped through the foliage like a green ghost. My eyes were on the uneven, grassy ground, but my mind was still back with Darda and her half-warning. I stumbled over a half-rotten log and stretched out my hands so that I caught myself on the fall. A sharp bramble bush sliced a nice hole in one of my palms before I landed hard on my side. There was a sharp crack beneath me as my hip broke a fallen stick.
Durion, some thirty feet ahead of us, paused and turned to reveal his displeased expression. Xander helped me to my feet before he glanced at our friend and nodded. Durion returned the gesture and continued onward. I tried to follow him, but Xander held me back. His eyes studied me as he shook his head.
I can see it in your eyes. I glanced past him at our disappearing guide. Xander pursed his lips, but let us continue. Durion had slowed his pace some fifty yards up ahead and he stopped shortly after we reached him. A line of thick bushes blocked our way. Beyond them we could see two new Arbor fae hunched down beside Durion. The pair were covered head-to-foot in camouflage gear that allowed them to blend into the forest, and on their backs were bows.
Their attention lay on something beyond the brush. We reached them and knelt on the other side of Durion. His face was tense and his voice low as he nodded at the brush. I found a hole in the brambles and peeked through. Beyond the brush was a small glen, and in the bowl-shaped area crept a half dozen humans. Half the company was men, and the others were women. The youngest appeared to be a girl of eighteen with an honest face and a bit lower lip.
All the humans had a quiver on their back, but few arrows to accompany the bows they held. They discussed turning back, but mentioned the low provisions and so continued onward. We returned to the horses and found Darda with one of her daggers drawn and her face tense. She raised her eyes to the canopy and frowned. Durion turned his horse in the direction of the city and took off at a fast gallop.
We hopped on our steeds and followed him as well as our inexperienced horses could follow the fae beast. I sidled up to Xander and ducked a low branch before I leaned toward him. They are dark copies of the fae who currently guard in the city, like shadows with their likeness. I ate the branch of a bush, but spat out the leaves before I spoke.
Darda shuddered. Xander nodded. She stared ahead and pursed her lips. Without the control of their fae and their creation purpose they would be a terrible force to behold. After another hour of quick travel we reached the parting of the trees where stood the large, ancient tree of the Arbor fae. Its trunk could have fit a skyscraper, and its huge canopy reached as high as one.
The branches were as thick as cars and the broad leaves unfurled to the size of umbrellas. The only change to the tree-dotted city was the city walls. They were finished, and dozens of guards walked their parapets with their eyes ever on the woods below them. We traveled through the winding green streets and up to the castle that stood nestled against the high trunk. Servants took our steeds and Durion turned to us. I myself will inform my father of this turn in events.
Durion hurried off, and a servant led us through the stone corridors to our rooms. Darda insisted on unpacking our things herself so that all three of us were in the room without curious eyes.
It was only then, in the confines of the room, that she opened the thick leather satchel in which lay the box that contained the Theos Chime. I stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder. A faint smile slipped onto her lips as she set the box on the bed and opened the lid. The glimmer of silver shone brightly in the dark box. I once rode fifteen miles at a gallop over rough terrain with an egg safely tucked into my belt, and the shell was not even scuffed.
She chuckled as she lifted the bell out. There were two men who were faster than I, but their eggs were only fit to scramble. The engraving on the bottom caught my attention. I leaned in close and squinted. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. Wanting to know when her next series comes out or when a sale is on? Join the Mac Flynn newsletter at eepurl.
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