“If I do look like fae, why haven’t I seen any like me?” Armene’s brow drew into a scowl. “That’s because they’re gone.” Gone. “Where did they go?” Armene looked back over his shoulder at me. He seemed to consider me for a moment before tugging the horse away from one of the last buildings and toward where the forest grew thicker further in. “That doesn’t matter, not nearly so much as what they left behind.”
