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Kire found himself on that mountain peak in the White Forest thousands of years before it had all of the trees he knew today, where he’d first seen Yash. The sky was a deep blue and there was a river of purple rays spread across it, taking on a similar shape and look to the northern lights. The ground was as rough and jagged as it had been when he and Halo first made the trip. This time, however, Halo was nowhere to be found. Save for the jutting peaks of rising mountains as far as the eye could see. There was nothing else to see in that place.
“Halo!” Kire yelled at the top of his voice. All he could hear in response was his own voice echoing back. Kire shivered and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He was in his pajamas, barefooted, and cold.
“Halo!” he yelled again, foldin
