Chapter Thirteen
I wake with a feeling of dread burrowing deep within my stomach. There is no gentle awakening, no remaining dreaminess. No, I know straight away: today we’re going to have to fight. And if this goes awry, there may not be another morning for me and my Guardians.
For the hundredth time, I am asking myself if we really have to do this. We could just hide out somewhere on Earth, waiting for our mysterious pursuers to give up. Apparently, the Guardians have access to quite a bit of money; surely, they could afford a flight to an exotic island somewhere.
But Arc was right last night when he argued that this demon horde wouldn’t stay by the Stones forever. They would get hungry and would take to the nearby villages. People would get killed.
We need to get rid of them, and tr
