“Is this true?” asked Windchange, looking to Stormaway for confirmation.
“Signed and sealed by King Markazon himself.” Stormaway gave a little bow. “And witnessed by me.”
Windchange looked back at Tarkyn to find himself under the glare of amber displeasure.
“I am not accustomed to being doubted,” said Tarkyn frigidly. “I may be young, but I am the sovereign lord of these forests and the present guardian of Eskuzor and I am becoming very tired of being underrated by you four.” He put his hands on his hips. “Now, Windchange, would you please revoke the spell that holds people in this Forest.”
Windchange gave a nasty little triumphant smile, “Unfortunately, despite my wishes to indulge Your Highness, I am dead and so cannot revoke a spell I made in my lifetime.”
Tarkyn smiled sweetly bac
