Owen supposed he could sit and wait for his friends to find him, but that wasn’t very fair. They’d have to go to all the trouble of looking for him, just to find him sitting around, twiddling his thumbs and waiting to be rescued. No, he decided. I won’t let them down like that. He could solve his own problems, he just had to try a little harder.
Owen turned back to the glowing tree, screwing up his eyes against its light. He decided the first order of business should be for him to touch it, since there was no way that could go wrong. Or at least any more wrong than things already were. He reached out a hand and set it hesitantly on the trunk amidst the symbols.
Nothing happened. The tree felt like a tree. If not for the ominous glow, Owen wouldn’t have been able to pick it apart from t
