28AdieThe Sandman stood in front of her, smiling. Adie heard the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy beach they stood on. She looked around at the forest edge a few yards in front of her. The trees were sparkling in the moonlight.
“Flay,” she said quietly, remembering a visit to the region of Flay as a child with her father.
The twinkling trees soothed her.
“Not exactly,” said the Sandman, his left eye drooping past his nose. He handed her the Rokis.
She looked at it, confused. Why does the Sandman have the Rokis? Where am I?
“You must know your Fate. No matter where your path takes you, you will always end up here,” he said, pointing at its center.
Before she could ask him more, she heard a shriek coming from the woods.
“They’ve found us. Run!” The Sandman pointed behind
