The three girls, Astrid, Feli, and Riley, had been locked up in the wagon for what felt like an eternity. They had lost track of time, and the only sense of the outside world came from occasional visits from the blood sigil horse rider.
Astrid sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes closed as she tried to meditate. She had always been the calmest of the three girls, and she knew that keeping her mind clear was the best way to keep from panicking. Feli, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth, her hands wringing together as she muttered under her breath. She had always been the most high-strung of the group, and the confinement was clearly getting to her.
Riley sat against the wall of the wagon, her knees pulled up to her chest. She had always been the quietest of the three, and she
