Chapter Sixty Nine
“What is going on? Where are they taking him?” Silence. “I am asking you a question, healer.” Clarice paused mid-way, tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear and sighed deeply. Guzman thought she looked tired, no she did not look tired; she looked defeated. “I appreciate how you defended us in front of your tribe…I also appreciate that no real harm has come to us since we arrived at your island, but Rupert, the mage your grandmother has taken, is no traitor…there must have been a mishap-“ “Enough, Guzman. This is not in my hands any longer. Mother Healer is our leader now… whatever she commands, we follow.” Guzman halted. He had been towing Clarice into what appeared to be a series of caves. He whirled around to scout his surroundings. Masses of healers were moving towards the
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