It’s all happening so fast. I can’t process it all. War? It’s so sudden, but then I see a blue glow. Frost faeries. They’re hovering high in the sky, watching it all. And I wonder why they’re here. But then I realize, it’s because they’re no longer watching me. Because this is not my story. Not in the grand scheme of things. It’s his. The Goblins are pursuing us, an endless horde of them. They’re striking our backs and flanks, trying to bring the adults protecting the children down, trying to block us off. They’re so focused on us, they never see the Drake charging towards them.
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