VIII
Dark, Norwyn and Frog climbed a grassy hill. The balmy, silver afternoon air was a welcome medicine to Dark’s aching body.
“What are we here for?” Dark asked.
“You’ll see soon enough,” Norwyn said.
They stopped in a plain just outside Magic Hope City because Norwyn told him he “had to see something.”
After their visit to the aquifer, Dark had learned to stop asking questions. Sighing, he had landed, and now they were almost to the top of the hill, where thick smoke columns rose in the distance. The air took on a bitter, burnt smell.
Frog crossed in front of Dark. He was visibly angry, and from the look on his warty face, Dark knew he was going to speak his mind. He had flown the entire way from the Temple of Unity in silence.
“I want to get somethin’ straight,” Frog said.
“Are
