XIII
Dark lie in a secluded clearing in the Ancestral Bogs. Norwyn had told him to wait there while he ran an errand, and Dark had slept for an hour, waking up to the soft edge of the afternoon heat. The air was starting to cool down, and as he looked through the trees and saw the sun burning through the branches, he felt as if he were back in time.
Of all the places he’d been—Magic Hope City, the Temple of Unity, the great plains of the western continent—the bog was still the only place that felt like home.
Frog lie near him, snoring. His snores shook the ground and a bubble expanded and contracted from his nose.
Had the river dragon learned his lesson?
Dark wasn’t sure. But he’d gotten the message across, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what Norwyn told him.
Leave it to Norwyn
