Chapter Ten
I open my eyes and look into my own. A grey, slightly misty Wyn is smiling at me. No, not at me, at the dream-Crispin standing just behind me. I step out of the way, letting the two look at each other.
“Where are we?” I ask the very real Crispin next to me. In stark contrast to his dream self, he’s solid and in full colour. The world around us is like an echo, depicting the world but not quite in the same way.
“Take a guess.”
I look around. We’re just outside my mother’s Palace, on a path leading to one of the villages. There are five of them, circling the Palace grounds, home to some of the staff and other Guardians wanting to live close to the Queen. Now I remember. Crispin took me to see one of them, Baton Town (definitely not a town, don’t ask me why they would call a v
