When his head broke through the leafy canopy, Tommy saw what was troubling her. The forest went on for miles! Just a sea of trees with no end in sight! No wonder so few people came this way! This little patch of woodland would make an all but impenetrable barrier. They would have been better off taking a ship. Not that they could find one. Few sailors were willing to drop anchor on Ithanar’s shores.
“Come on,” Kalia said.
She began skipping over the treetops, hopping from branch to branch without a care in the world. Tommy was hesitant to follow; he hated heights. His Gravity-Sink would endure for the better part of an hour – he knew that – and yet he still felt as though he might fall to his death at any moment. Still, Kalia had promised the others that they would find a clear path, and
