Friday And Even More
Dear Diary,
When we last visited my life, I brilliantly destroyed two hordes of gargoyles without so much a chipping a nail.
Now I must deal with the Gargoyle King.
This will be tougher.
The king raises his arms. “It’s true that you haven’t begged yet, Calla.” He points his palms toward Dare. “The prince has no weapons. No magic can protect him. And I can destroy him in a moment.”
Ivy and Father rush toward me. I appreciate the attempt at back-up, but I won’t risk any more lives. “Please stay back,” I whisper.
Ivy freezes in place. It’s the queen-thing I have going. She does as ordered. Father pauses and tilts his head. His eyes narrow in a way that says, are you sure?
I muster up my most confident voice. “I’ve got this, Father.”
Which is a pile of uni-mammoth
