Calla had been one of the gnomes living in Alluveterre, and she’d chosen to sacrifice her life to save her people from the deadly plague the Neverseen and ogres unleashed. All that was left of Calla now was a beautiful tree—called a Panakes—growing in the Havenfield pastures, blooming with the same pinkish, purplish, bluish blossoms that Sophie had in her pockets. Ever since she’d lost Mr. Forkle, she’d kept a handful of the healing flowers with her at all times. It probably wouldn’t have saved him, but she’d forever wish she’d had the chance to try.
STOP OVEREXPLAINING. I AM SO DONE.
