CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Will set his hand on the lower part of my back and guided me down the passage. I stayed close to him and lowered my voice to a whisper to avoid the echoes. “So, um, are they magical birds? Is that why they can talk?”
He nodded. “Their ancestors were granted the gift of speech by a passing wizard whom they saved long ago.”
I squinted my eyes and peered down the tunnel. There were no natural lights ahead of us, only darkness. “Is this such a good idea?”
“We need answers,” he pointed out as he raised his free hand. A small fireball popped out of his palm, illuminating the increasingly rough walls. The place was a dustbowl of settled dirt and a few cobwebs. I ducked low to avoid one of the impressive structures and in my distraction, I stumbled over something.
