Day Eight
Dear Diary,
Council Check-In Time!
Note: I thought adding an exclamation point at the end of those words would make today seem less sucky. It didn’t work.
After I wake up and eat my Pixie Os, I fly my sweet self over to the Pinnacle, which is a massive black castle where the council meets. The place is tall, windowless, and has lots of pointy things up top.
Subtle.
Landing on the drawbridge, I knock at the huge wooden doors. A small slot opens; a guard scans me.
“There’s no one here,” says a woman. Based on the musical quality to her voice, this guard is a summer elf. When no one else is around, summer elves are total smart asses.
I go on tiptoe and wave my hand. “It’s Calla.”
“Still don’t see anyone,” she snarks. Now I recognize the voice. Monique, a senior guard. She m
