Twenty-Four:
Icy winds beat over us, pelting us. Alice created a cone of cold around us. Her freezing magiks shielded us from the brunt of the razor-ice.
The moment we trotted through the open rift, I was aghast at the expanse of endless bones and death. The massive killing fields were filled with littered human remains.
Everything seemed all too familiar to me. Visions of bones blood and death had haunted me lately. If my mother truly was clairvoyant, then I could see how my dreams might contain fragments of reality.
Larger bones were used to build huts and even entire villages. The Shadow Stalkers seemed to lurk, observing our trespass with keen curiosity. For some reason, they didn’t seem keen to approach us now. Something was staying them.
I couldn’t see the reason, but I felt s
