“I think this is it,” Bihlke said when we reached the tree line, where it was the end of the pathway of the map on my chest. She turned to look at me. “It’s so dark in there in the forest,” she observed.
I took a deep breath, sniffing the bitter and sweet smell in the air coming from the forest. It was cooler here, like in the beginning of autumn. We were dressed in a cape made of wool on top of our clothing to keep us warm.
“Danger,” Azajji whispered in my ear.
“I guess I have to get a sword from there, right?” I murmured.
“No, we’ll all go there. Did you think I’ll let you go into an unknown portal all by yourself?” Her voice went up a little higher.
“She has a point, Your Highness!”
I found myself staring at those blue eyes I’d last seen almost a couple years ago. “Shamaro!” His f
