Launch
Night had fallen hours ago. Still, they waited, hoping that the rest of the world would fall into a deep sleep before they took to the skies and attempted to sneak up on the slumbering castle that housed the Heart of Magic.
Nya shifted beneath the tree she’d been sitting beneath for most of the day, anxious to get on with it already. While she still hadn’t made up her mind what she would do if she had the opportunity to use the magic contained in the stone herself, she reminded herself that this was meant to be a reconnaissance trip. There was a good possibility she wouldn’t get a chance to find the stone this time anyway. Slate would likely want her to stay with him the whole time. Perhaps the visions she’d seen of him in chains and her holding the Heart of Magic were from a futu
