VI
Dark did his best to keep up his flight behind Frog and Norwyn. Norwyn, in orb form, led the way, zipping through the swampy sky as the bogs passed below them.
Frog looked back with a grin across his warty face.
“Your wings holdin’ up?” he asked.
“I’m still flying, aren’t I?” Dark snapped.
The truth was that his wings were beginning to tire. However, they were stronger than before. He found it amazing how long it took even the most basic body function to regain its muscle strength. No—as long as the journey wasn’t too much longer, his wings would be fine. It was his head that ached, his only eye that pulsed in its socket, his claws that were raw in the whistling wind, for he preferred to be on resting ground right now. But something told him he would be spending much of his time on
