Gia
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I fell to one knee, pain freezing my limbs. The troll collapsed in a heap of ash, taking all the purple smoke with it. I picked up my sword, sheathed it, and used it as a crutch; I had to check on him.
Davin lay peacefully on the bed of ice.
“Davin, wake up.” I shook his arm to rouse him, but he didn’t respond, not even a moan. “Davin.” I tried again.
Strains of the Vargsången, the wolf song lullaby, drifted into the cavern. The voice was sweet and melodic, ethereal. And it drew me, calling out to me. I turned and limped towards it; it was warm, familiar, comforting. It was coming from the gap in the corner of the cave.
I looked back at Davin; why wasn’t he waking up? The wicked troll was gone. Did that mean that Noah and Scarlett were still trapped too?
The song conti
