Day Ninety-Two
Dear Diary,
We reach the end of the ice road—yay! Now, all that remains is for Ilk to open the mountainside.
Hours pass. Dare is still off doing his own thing. Tristan, Ivy and I fall into an anxious silence. Hanging out in ice caves is a zero on the fun scale. My summer elf side wants to see something green.
Creak.
At last, the cave walls begin to snap and move. Before us, a solid wall of rock breaks apart like curtains on a stage. Outside, there isn’t any sign of the Articae Horde, though. Instead, long blue cords weaves through the outer wall, pulling the mountain open.
Ley lines.
My pulse speeds. Those indigo cords can only mean one thing. I rush outside and scan the landscape.
Sure enough, Mother stands on ice beyond. She looks lovely in her flowing gown. In thi
