"There is no other way," Rowenne heard again as she awoke inside the hut. Her eyes darted around—the dim light, the cracked walls—and there they were: Alaric and Edmund, lying motionless on the floor. Her chest tightened. She knew they were alive, but still trapped—facing challenges of their own. Alone. And she could do nothing to reach them. Whatever force had orchestrated this wanted it that way: wanted them separated, cornered, isolated in their battles. *********************************** Alaric knelt in exhaustion within the forest. Sweat dripped down his face, thickening with every heartbeat. His chest heaved; his heart thundered against his ribs as if it sought to burst free. His tiny shoulders rose and fell violently, each breath a desperate gasp. Like Rowenne, he had tried t

