Chapter 9
It was midday, dark, and humid as the trio continued their way through the woods. The faeries sensed the rains coming in the morning and decided to try to cover some distance before having to find another shelter. While Kale followed close behind Nahtaia, Oren lagged behind.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and another hour later, began to vibrate through the ground. Kale looked up through the canopy and jumped as Oren flew just above his head, disappearing through the leaves. Seeing the opportunity, he hurried beside Nahtaia.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
Nahtaia threw a quick glance up at him with a small smile. “Sure,” she replied.
“You two are awfully quiet today.”
As she shrugged, her foot caught on a tree root, causing her to stumble, but Kale caught her arm jus
