A New Kind of Magic
Paige trudged along the Great North Road, doing her best to ignore her misery. The skies were completely clouded over, and a steady rain had been falling since sunrise, soaking her to the skin. Her blond braids dripped over her shoulders like a pair of soggy tails, and her fingertips resembled shriveled prunes. She had long since given up trying to keep the hood of her cloak raised. She couldn’t take more than a few jingling strides without a gust of chill wind blowing it back from her face.
Ugh. It’s going to take days to get the rust out of my chain mail...
This was not the grand adventure she had imagined. She tried not to think too hard about the comfortable burrow she had left behind on the outskirts of Melaquenya. A memory of Barlo came to her unbidden. She saw
