57. Army of EaglesWith the rising sun at their backs, the army of Eagles set off towards Carn Deas. Aiden and Iolair flew in their midst, the rhythm of wings thrumming through them. The air felt alive. The sky was never-ending. The ground sped along below them, first the rocky slopes of the mountains, then a sea of rustling green forest, the trees too far below them to make out individual branches. Afterwards they flew out over open moorland and the world seemed bigger than Aiden had ever thought possible. By midday, a new range of grey peaks stood clear on the horizon, and an hour or so later they reached the eastern flanks of the mountains.
“Carn Deas is close,” said Torca.
Aiden took a deep breath. It was almost time.
Mathias on Korak banked closer to them. Astrith and Stellanka flew
