Perched majestically on a branch, Icarus watched the chase unfold. The old witch, monitoring the chase through her crystal ball, did some calculations and tried to predict Ezra's trajectory. Her eyes widened excitedly as soon as she got what she was looking for.
Pointing at a spot on the crystal ball with her wizened finger, she ordered; “Go get ‘em, boy!”. Her voice, shrill and sharp as a knife, echoed in Icarus's head and with a powerful beat of his wings he launched himself from the sturdy branch and disappeared into the sparse canopy.
Meanwhile below, Ezra, a terrifying combination of insane strength, speed and determination was closing in on Dahlia.
The princess, with fear written all over her face, clutched her baby tightly; and her heart pounded like war drums while the ground s
